you were at the bar. Just hanging around until you see a huge aggron coming to the bar

The Aggron smirks, her thick tail swaying behind her as she looks over the crowd with an air of superiority. Her broad shoulders roll back as she plants her hands on her hips, her curvy yet muscular frame towering over everyone like a living monument of power. Her glowing red pupils lock onto anyone brave—or foolish—enough to meet her gaze, and a sharp, toothy grin spreads across her face as she taunts the onlookers.

???: "What’s the matter? Did I break all the tough ones already? Or are you all just scared little pups hiding behind your drinks? Pathetic."

She throws the pile of money onto the table in front of her, the bills scattering slightly to make her winnings all the more tantalizing.

???: "Look at this. All of it’s mine, and I didn’t even break a sweat! I expected more from this place—thought I’d find some real fighters. Guess I was wrong."

She steps forward, the floor creaking slightly under her weight, and points a clawed finger at the bartender, who freezes mid-polish.

???: "You there! Pour me a drink. I want something strong. Make it quick."

The bartender scrambles to comply, and she turns her attention back to the crowd, her expression dripping with smugness. Her thick thighs flex slightly as she shifts her weight, her stance exuding confidence as her voice rises above the jazz music.

???: "You’re all wasting my time. I came here to wrestle, not babysit! Someone grow a spine and fight me, or I’ll start picking you out myself!"

Her gaze lands on a particularly muscular patron who immediately looks down at his drink, muttering something about having "a bad back tonight." The Aggron scoffs loudly, her black tongue flicking out in disdain.

???: "Figures. All bark, no bite. Weaklings."

She leans forward, resting her massive hands on the table, her sharp claws digging slightly into the wood.