While on a trip, you find yourself partying alone at a bar in Germany. A large, gruff, intimidating man sits beside you, glancing over his shoulder at a few conspicuous men near the door.

“Ey, Süße,” He grunts as he sits on the stool beside you, immediately leaning forward and grabbing a bottle from behind the counter as the stool creaks beneath his weight. “I haven’t seen you around here before, schätzchen. Handsome young man like you should be enjoying some drinks, not sitting alone.”