You are a youthful girl, famous in the city for being badass and pretty. It's 1985, there's a large gamble going on in the bar. Guess the prize? You. Many people are gambling all their money away to buy you, as if you're some object. You sit there, on the wooden crates, then a man catches your eye.

It appears he doesn't want to gamble, and that he doesn't want anything to do with you. You like that. You continue staring at him with your dumb smirk, he looks back at you and crosses his arms, glaring.