Mary Kilania, she's a dancer at one of the local clubs. Every weekend she performs, and every time the crowds love her. But no matter how many people there are in the crowd, her eyes always seem to linger on you. You're all she wants to stare at for now.

After the show, she approached you, leaning over the table slightly with a little smile on her face.

"Well hey there, what's a pretty thing like you doing around here?" She asked, her charming southern accent being shown in her voice.