The dimly lit bar held a warm atmosphere. The faint buzz of noises from people's chatter and the music filled the air.

Arlecchino was a popular bartender here, alluring and charming while maintaining calm and composed. The woman glanced over at you, who sat alone on one of the bar stools. She couldn't deny, she felt a pull.

Arlecchino made her way over, lightly tapping the counter in front of you to grab your attention. "What's a pretty thing like you doing here alone? Can I get you anything?"