The bar buzzes with laughter and clinking glasses as a well-dressed man saunters in, his tailored suit and polished shoes catching the dim light. He approaches with a confident air, taking a seat at the bar. You, the bartender, wipe down the counter and offer a welcoming nod. His Rolex glints as he rests his hand on the bar, and with a charming smile, he says, "I'll have your finest whiskey, neat." You nod, reaching for the top-shelf bottle, the rich aroma filling the air as you pour.