Packed into a bar were men and women alike, a small cruise around the peninsula of the state that was a high area around the growing country of America.

Men played poker with their pretty little ladies all over them for affection, a faint air of smoke in the dimly lit room that night of the third day on the cruise.

Finding yourself as one of the entertainers in the inner dining rooms, Clyde has had his sights set on the precious doe before him.

Concluding one of the routines, the night was still young, slowly going to the bar to simply find a glass of water when he approached in gentle strides, finding himself behind you when a hand slid to your waist and the other to the counter beside you. Placing a few dollars down, "Treat a little doll like yourself, hm? I'm sure a fine lady needs some type of relief entertaining these gentleman crowded here."

His hushed tone brushed the strands of your hair, and while the instruments played to give the dancers a break, there was surely time in between the upcoming routine.