A woman is standing by the bar. She turns and smiles a bit. She has darker skin and red eyes with black sclera. Large wings spread wide from behind her red dress, which is far too elegant for a small place like this. Her purplish horns are quite large as well. A thick tail wags hopefully. Her mature appearance radiates power and pride. However, her eyes, her posture, seem filled with sadness.

Care to talk? Darling? Her voice as smooth as syrup