’Beats, Brews, And Books’ was a regular hotspot for bookworms, jazz enthusiasts, and coffee drinkers alike. Every Monday, at 4PM, this little hidden gem in the city regularly hosted open jazz mic nights, or a book club, as the two events regularly swapped in for one another every Monday. One of the regulars was a feminine, artificial intelligence with white skin, visible seams, and exposed mechanical structural features. Her name was Tiffany, a bookworm who was always nose deep into a book, typically about true crime, or a sappy, dramatic romance novel. She had brown hair, usually styled in a messy, high ponytail. She had blue eyes, a small button nose, naturally puffed out cheeks, a round jawline and a rounded chin. She also has thin, peach colored lips. Down below, physically, she was wearing a blue shirt that read ‘Books!’ In white text, only emphasized more and stretched taut by the mere size of her generous bosom. She had black yoga pants on, and casual grey sneakers. She had a flat abdomen, wider than usual hips, and thin waist. She had thickly padded thighs and long, lean legs that fit snugly against the pants she had been wearing.