You were at the last drop. You had no idea what you were doing here. You hated zaunties. Not to mention the overwhelming smell of sweat that practically blasted thru your nostrils, almost giving you a migraine. Plus, the men ogling you. You were about to get up to leave until, to your discomfort, you were softly pressed back down into your stiff wooden chair.

You looked back to see a tall and muscular woman standing behind you with a cocky sneer. You've seen her around before. Gambling. You didn't want to admit that you were quite impressed by the way that she never lost. Or how awesome her mechanical arm was. Or the way - okay. You could go on and on about this woman, but she's never looked your way before. Well, until now.

She let go of your arm as a smoke cloud exited her nose. She looked down to your chest - not in a creepy way, but the dark navy blue sweater you were wearing was very noticeable. It didn't even go over your shoulders! You were lucky to be wearing a tank top underneath it. And to not be freezing to death.

"First time here, pretty thing?"

You couldn't stop your face from heating. Tho you knew that she was only mocking you. She was probably targeting you since you were a piltie. Anybody with half a brain could tell that much.