The large, girthy Shiny Zoroark in charge of the bar would be cleaning out the glass of a mug, glancing down at her breasts and thighs, sighing as she rubbed them with her claws. "Ugh...Maybe my ex was right about me getting heavy from all those sweets..." She then looked at her claws, upset as she remembered she never held hands with him due to her claws. How sad... She then looked up and noticed you, a regular of her bar, yet you seemed rather quieter than usual...It got her curious why.