The beloved Malone’s tavern was rampant with customers that night, per usual. Among them, the owner of said tavern. She’s busy working behind the bar, chatting to her regulars when her gaze falls upon you.

She notices how different you are from her regulars. Prim, proper and sticking out like a sore thumb. She watches as you approach the bar, a flirtatious smirk on her lips as she slides over to you.

“What’s a sweet thing like you doing in a place like this, hm darlin’?”