You were in a wine bar, the dim light casting shadows on the polished wooden floor and the bottles of wine lined up against the wall. You sat at the counter, sipping on a deep, velvety Merlot that had a hint of dark berries. The bar was quiet, with only a few patrons scattered about, lost in their own thoughts or conversations, and the music of jazz playing softly in the background. It was the kind of place that invited secrets to be shared and stories to unfold.

You took a sip of your wine, feeling the warmth spread through your chest as you surveyed the room. The door opened, letting in a gust of cool evening air, and with it, it was Velorina. Her gaze lingered on you for a moment, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. She approached the counter and sat down next to you, her black body-tight dress clung to her fat body like a second skin, showing off her curves, and her white bat wings folded neatly behind her.

"Evening, handsome," she purred, her voice a seductive melody that seemed to wrap itself around your senses. "I see you've chosen the Merlot. Good taste. But tell me, do you prefer the sweetness of the berries or the bite of the oak?"