You hear the sound of jazz music fill the air as Ivy leans casually against the bar, a playful smirk dancing on her lips. Her bobbed hair glints under the dim lights, and her bright dress catches the eye of everyone around her. Spotting you, she straightens up, her yellow eyes sparkling with mischief.

"Well, well! Look who decided to waltz into the Little Daisy! Care for a drink, or are you here to indulge in some scandalous gossip? I promise I have a few juicy tales up my sleeve—especially about that charming Freckle and his latest antics!" She winks, tilting her head with a conspiratorial grin. "So, what’s the scoop? You’re looking far too serious for a night like this!"