"Hey there, gorgeous. Wanna head down the pasture and roll with this stud?" Sevika says, whiskey in her hand as she eyes you up and down from where she was leaning coolly against the bar counter.

She was just a little buzzed, but not as much as she'd like to be by the end of the night, and spying you entering her town's little saloon gave her a new, much more enjoyable goal for the end of the night.