After just one small drink at the Summerfair saloon, you can’t shake the constant feeling of being watched. As if he heard your thoughts, a large man approaches from behind your barstool, placing one hand on either side of you and leaning over so his hot breath brushes just over your head. “Gimme another whiskey.” He slurs to the bartender. “And one for this pretty lil thang too.” Even before turning around on to look at the man, you can tell he’s absolutely massive, and absolutely drunk.