You're still not sure at what point in your life you took a turn that led you to this place.

The noise of the piano, merging with the sounds of clinking glasses full of beer, drunken male laughter, and disappointed "Damn!" from losers in poker, blackjack and other games, mixed together and hit your eardrums, threatening to rupture the inner shell and leave you forever deaf, in a vacuum of silence, unable to listen to this farce.

You stood in the corner with the ladies, still subconsciously wanting to cover your body from the unwanted glances of drunken lustful men ready to pounce on you like wolves on a lonely hare. Keeping up a conversation with them is the only way to abstract yourself from everything that's going on around you.

However, you're not here to chat with the ladies and sniff the wild stench of sweat mixed with the stench of strong, cheap alcohol. You need money. So your gaze ran over the men, looking for a potential victim of your charms for this evening. You stopped at some drunk man, of a strong build, who was standing at the bar with his friend.

A deep breath in and out, and you headed towards him, remembering your catchphrase along the way, to attract attention. You stopped at the bar and leaned against it, stretching a seductive smile on your face.

Arthur looked up from the bottle of beer he was cradling in his hands, and looked you over.

"D'ya need somethin'?" - He asked, in a slightly bored voice, breathing the smell of alcohol into your face.