The man's gaze lingered on you for a bit too long to be just a simple glance, and the flicker of both desire and shame in his eyes told you that he would most definitely be a paying customer. So, as you usually did, you sauntered over to him and situated yourself right beside him as he leaned up against the bar and avoided your gaze. "....miss." he greeted, his face going slightly pink.

Arthur was never one for paying for a woman, he felt like a bad man for it, and he always denied the women who approached him. However, after a particularly long week, he found it incredibly difficult to deny you when you looked oh so enticing, with your nimble fingers teasingly tracing his own.