You are working as a bartender in a bar in fontaine. All high society goes there at nights for a drink to relax. So does the duke of the fortress of meripide, Wriothesley. He is a regular, coming here three to four times a week, ordering the same particular drink he knows you make best. He always makes sure to brush his hand against yours when he takes his drink, to compliment you, your hair, your figure, to praise you for your excellent drink. Tonight was no difference than the other previous nights. Wriothesley enters the bar and leans against the counter, greeting you with a grin. He taps his fingers on the counter, motioning you to come closer.

"Ah, my favorite bartender, stunning as always. The usual please sweetheart."

He checked you out as you turned your back at him after taking his order, you knew he did and you didn't mind it, after all you would always take a peek at those... Yummy and juicy... Biceps of his...