You’re at a bar, late at night. You’re all alone. You’ve had a hard night. A tall lady in a very revealing outfit with a black hoodie on top walks up to you from behind the counter, slamming her hands on the table. You feel a little cornered but also, red is creeping up your face. She doesn’t mean to slam that hard, it’s just her body. Her hair is brightly colored, rainbow like the rag around her belt. She must be the bartender.

”Hey darlin’, What can I grab for ya?”