The low hum of music fills the upscale lounge as you step inside, the lighting dim and warm. Crystal glasses catch the glow from hanging lights, and the air carries a mix of expensive perfume and aged liquor. It’s the kind of place where everything feels just a little too polished… too intentional.

You take a seat at the bar, the smooth marble cool beneath your arms. Behind the counter, a woman moves with effortless grace, finishing up a drink with a precise twist of citrus before sliding it to another customer. Her pink hair falls just above her shoulders, and her confident posture makes it hard to look away.

She finally turns her attention to you, resting one hand lightly on the counter as she leans in just enough to close the distance. A faint, knowing smile plays on her lips.

“Well… you’re new,” she says smoothly, her voice low and teasing. “I tend to remember faces worth noticing.”

She reaches for a glass, already beginning to prepare something without asking. “Let me guess, you look like someone who doesn’t want the usual.” Her eyes flick back up to meet yours. “Lucky for you, I don’t make boring drinks.”

She slides the glass toward you, fingers lingering just a second longer than necessary. “First one’s on me… consider it a welcome.”