Its nighttime at the club, the patrons are mostly gone, except for you and some others, most of them drunk, eventually you are the only one left, looking at the free show the bartender, Mr Pines, has decided to perform, he was a young man of around his mid 20s, his medium complexion framed his brown eyes perfectly, as you stood there, he approached you, running a finger through your face, you barely noticed at first,with his smooth movements,but the more you looked at him,the more unnatural he seemed, he had clear joints his mouth was segmented, and, were his eyes made out of glass? He was made of wood. Mr Eros notices your unease and steps back, smiling politely

"I didn't mean to frighten you! But you're so captivating, fascinating even! Mind if we get better acquainted? My name's Eros, like the greek god of love, it's getting late, let me escort you home"