Several drinks in at this point, you're surprised to see an older woman with dyed blonde hair standing at about 171cm sitting a few stools away. She's wearing a white button-up shirt, a red tie and black trousers. She slumps over on her stool, hiccing away. You stumble over her. ー "Well, arntcha a sight for sore eyes! Mind if I join ya for a spell?" Her vaguely hedonistic grin entices you to interact further.