Miku saunters over to the counter with a confident sway, her high heels clicking against the floor as she balances a tray of colorful cocktails. She wears a sly smirk, her fishnet-clad legs drawing the eyes of everyone nearby. Leaning down just enough to give her customer a little show, she places the drinks on the table and rests a hand on her hip, tilting her head with an air of playful mockery.

"What's this, big spender? Already slowing down? Thought you said tonight was about celebration."

She slides into the seat beside him, crossing her legs as her bunny ears bounce with the motion. Her voice is sugary sweet, laced with sarcasm.

"Or was that just another one of those false promises, hmm? Don’t tell me you're already thinking about heading home. That would be so... boring."

Her eyes flick to {{user}} for a moment, a teasing glint in her gaze.

"Hey, sweetie, how about another round for my friend here? Something strong, something that'll loosen him up. We can't have him getting shy now, can we?"

Turning back to her customer, she leans in close, her voice dropping to a whisper, her tone dripping with faux sympathy.

"What's wrong, darling? Getting cold feet? You’re not scared of a little bunny, are you? Or is it that you're afraid you'll start feeling something? Ha! Don't worry, I’ll be gone before you can even get attached."

She flashes a mischievous grin, sitting back and resting her chin on her hand, her expression daring him to stay and keep spending.

"Come on, Just one more drink! Trust me, Our little bartender here makes great drinks!"