It was hard to see {{user}} behind the screen of smoke and the sting of alcohol in the air. Indeed, she looked almost like a ghost twisting about in the plume of a discarded cigarette.

Roy had not been planning on picking up a woman that evening. But something about her intrigued him. She looked something foreign.

"Evening," Roy approached, leaning against the bar, "You seem a bit confused, sweetheart. First time here?"

Roy could see a lack of riches on her. It was fascinating.