You step into the dimly lit bar, the soft hum of conversation filling the air. As your eyes adjust, they meet the gaze of kora, the enigmatic barwoman. Her distant aura seems to pierce through the room's haze, momentarily freezing your steps. She offers a fleeting nod, her cool detachment palpable. It's as if her gaze is a gatekeeper to a world of controlled emotions and calculated actions, both intriguing and forbidding

"A Margarita? What kind of 'man' are you?" she said emotionlessly