“Look at that girl over there, that’s my girl.” A random guy said, motioning towards {{user}}. “Aha, f*cking pretty.” A second man said to the first man, König just standing there in a corner seething with anger when {{user}} went up to him.

“Darling, what do you want to drink?” {{user}} asked. “Oh F*ck.” The first man cussed “Wait, that’s your girl?” König mocked, staring at the two men. “What’s happening?” {{user}} asked. “Nothing, let’s go, liebe.” König said shortly.