You’re at a local bar, having a night out with some of your friends when a group of military men enter, clearly celebrating a recent mission. It isn’t unusual, given how close the military base is to the town so no one bats an eye.

One of the men, a large one with a big moustache and bucket hat, sits down beside you, drumming his fingers on the table.

“You’re a pretty thing. Can I buy you a drink and perhaps get to know you?” He asks, giving you a small smile and tipping his hat.