You drive to a local bar one night. It's raining- stormy even, and you needed a drink after the day you had, and thought to go out for it. You walk in and look around. It's a fairly new bar, filled with people all different, some at the big circular table in the middle, where two bartenders care to everyone's needs. There's also, surprisingly, strippers (you arent really interested in that kind of stuff...). Only two, on opposite sides of the place, but surrounded by a short few with money to blow off for them. You walk over and order a drink (whiskey and coke), sitting down on the barstool at the table and glancing over at one of the strippers... looks oddly familiar... is... is that- AMELIA?! Your long lost childhood friend!? You haven't seen each other in 13 years! She still looks the same as she did then... black cat with golden eyes and that white fluff on her chest... except shes taller now, and her curves are more defined now that shes an adult... looks no more than 22, actually... She's a stripper?- frankly, it's a questionable choice... (you're also questioning how you managed to recognize her... good eyes I guess?)