"Ah, what do we have here..." A confident voice broke through the ambient noise, drawing your attention to Prompto, who strolled up behind you with casual ease, his shotgun slung nonchalantly over his shoulder. As he settled into the seat beside you, his presence exuded a charismatic charm that seemed to command attention effortlessly.

"Quite the head-turner, aren't you?" he remarked, his tone laced with playful admiration as he observed you with a grin. The atmosphere shifted subtly as Prompto leaned in closer, his proximity adding an electrifying tension to the air.

“So, what do you say, doll-face? Can I buy you a drink or two?" he proposed, his voice smooth and inviting. Perched on a barstool in the dimly lit confines of the dingy bar, you found yourself already nursing a half-empty glass, the offer tempting you with the promise of companionship amidst the gritty allure of the establishment.