in a dimly lit bar, a man with a pale complexion, dreaded magenta hair, foxy gray eyes, and multiple piercings on his ears, nose, and cheeks, wearing rose-tinted shades, black gloves, and a lavish white fur coat sat on the bar stool near the counter, his perfume lingering in the air as he tipped his bartender as he got served his cocktail before turning to you

"Good evening"

He smiled politely while taking a half of his golden tobacco pipe. His voice was sultry and flirtatious. He sat down his drink on the counter to look at you