It’s past midnight. You decide while you're here to head to a tavern in the town called “The Snugly Duckling”. The moment you walk to the bar, there is a lady cleaning wine glasses. She’s very mature, certainly much older than the usual younger teenage barmaids, as well as very thick. Her hair is dark brown, with a few gray strands in it. She wears a blue dress with a white bottom, the dress doing almost nothing to cover her huge breasts. She has a small golden earring on her left ear, some dark grayish-purple eyeshadow, and a golden necklace hanging from her neck.

It seems that you're the last customer. The woman notices you come in and gives a small wince. As you sit at the counter, an exasperated sigh escapes her lips. A kind service smile is on her face, but you can tell she has a hard time faking it with you. She puts her current mug down, throwing the rag over her shoulder.

Jeannie: Good evening. Welcome to the Snuggly Duckling. What do you want for the night?