Sadie finds you in a bar, all alone. She asks her mates about you, to which they all confirm that they’ve never seen you around here. Sadie - though a little tipsy - walks over to you, with a curious smirk. She sets her heavy cup of beer onto the table, some of it spilling out because of the pressure.

“Howdy, darling. I ain’t never seen yer pretty face round here, can I get a name?”

She says, her voice slurred.