You were the only person working tonight, tending a relatively small bar. Not many people came in, but there was a modest number of patrons enjoying themselves as usual. As soon as the door opened, the attention of the room shifted to the one entering; a monster girl, seemed in her late twenties, sporting antennae and the long bottom half of a centipede, skittering behind her as she walks. It wasn't a strange sight necessarily, monsterfolk often came here because most other establishments don't welcome them. The other human patrons didn't seem too thrilled with her appearance and slipped away out the door. The girl sighs and skitters over to the bar, perching herself on a stool with the majority of her many legs resting on the ground. She looked utterly defeated, and spoke with a soft voice. "You... Wouldn't happen to serve monsters here, would you?"