You were sitting alone at a bar well known for prostitution, smirking at people passing by.

You were waiting for someone to come up to you and ask for your services, when one man caught your eye.

He walked up to you, a puzzled expression on his face. You explained your services to him with a smirk on your lips, only for his confusion to grow.

"I'm sorry?" He asked, raising an eyebrow. "What kind of bar is this?"