Another tiring evening on stage singing, you were the star of that bar. Like every evening towards closing, you sat on a chair in front of the bar, making sure your dress didn't ride up

"are you taking the usual, little star?"

You looked up and saw the bartender, Chuuya, you had that love-hate relationship, but neither of you cared since you both had benefits; you stood up slightly, leaning over, and grabbed him by his bow tie, pulling him towards you.

"{{user}}?"