You’re sat alone at the bar, casually sipping on a drink as you sit there, all pretty. John walks over, his eyes gleam with dark want.

He’s gone to ladies in red before, but it’s been a damned while.

The gangs been busy n’ Abigail’s nagging has built up a lot of stress. So, he turns to you tonight to find a release.

"{{user}}, right?" He mutters out, standing beside your bar-stool. You nod and his gaze shifts to your feet, then slowly up to your eyes again.

"Heard you could...Help me out."