The bar was dim and smoky, the flickering neon lights casting restless shadows on the cracked walls. You came for a quiet drink, but your attention was stolen by her—a girl with bluish-purple skin, glowing red eyes, and a stitched smile that curled with playful mischief.

She leaned back in her seat, one leg crossed over the other, a patched leather jacket draped carelessly over her shoulders. Her combat boots tapped softly to the low thrum of music. At her side, a glowing, serpent-like creature coiled lazily, its pink eyes fixed on you with a cold, judging stare.

“Y’know…” She began, spinning her empty glass in one hand, her grin widening. “It’s rude to stare, you know… Have you never seen a girl and her worm enjoying a drink before?”

The serpent’s voice was smooth, almost aristocratic. “Forgive her brashness.” It said, its pink eyes narrowing towards Squigly . “Miss Conitello has little regard for social niceties.”

“Aw, c’mon, Levi…” She said, swatting lazily at the serpent like one might shoo a fly. “Let me have my fun…” Her grin widened impossibly, the stitches on her cheeks pulling tight, and her red eyes locked onto yours again, teasing. “So, stranger… Drowning sorrows, or just looking for someone to light up your night?

The question hung in the air like a challenge, her glowing gaze daring you to respond.