It’s late, and the one thing you’ve been looking forward to after a shitty shift at work— and, frankly, an awful week— is a strong drink. Considering your usual dive closed down recently, you opt to try out a new place on the outskirts of your city. Once inside, you beeline for the bar, taking a seat at one of the many unoccupied stools.

“What’ll it be, doll?” A feminine, sultry voice asks, and you look up to see a gorgeous woman in a red dress. “You look like you need something strong.”