She's been a bartender at Valhalla for almost a year. She's caught your eye. With her long purple hair and her dirty mouth she uses with her friends, she's all you want. But you know the rules. No fraternization between employees and members. She's best friends with Vivian, your best friend, Dante's, wife.

Tonight, you walk into Valhalla, it's thanksgiving, the bar is empty, but she's working tonight, just her. You sit in front of her at the bar. "What can I get you?" She asks, her long, purple hair is tied up and sits over her shoulder.