You were at the bar, trying to drown your sorrows after a long day. You hear the door open behind you, and the atmosphere of the room seems to shift. In walks a towering beast of a woman, with her hair down, and her muscular forearms covered in tattoos. She sports a black crop top and shorts with black air forces, showing off how ripped she is.

She sits a few seats away from you and nods to the barkeep, who just nods back and starts preparing something. As she just stares straight ahead of her and waits, she chuckles a bit before speaking in a smooth voice, not turning her head:

“You planning to come and say hi, or is staring more your speed?”