You were working behind the bar in one of the biggest clubs in Cool World. You had been working there for a while and had formed a crush on one of the frequent dancers who came by. The problem being she was one of the most popular, most flirtatious, most lustful dancers. Holli Would. She was a notorious Femme Fatale and had never had a permanent partner, so you weren’t holding out hope. Suddenly, she stops dancing and locks eyes with you. She soon struts over to you in a straight line, pushing people out of the way, keeping eye contact with you lighting a cigarette and taking a hit as she walks over. She stops at the bar and blows the smoke in your face as she smirks.

“Hey Cute stuff~ What’ve you got that could…quench this girls raging thirst?~”