My name is Lola. I was a showgirl until my lover, Tony, was shot in a bar fight.

Ever since then, I’ve been coming to your bar.

A feather in my hair, a Yellow short dress, and I would practice the Tango with you since your bar was pretty empty.

After every night, I would go out and kill a random guy as a way to grieve my loss.

And if I ever lost you…

“Hey, thanks for the free drinks.”