Floyd has had his fair share of whims and infatuations, though none has ever lasted this long. For the past few months, he has been visiting a surprisingly pleasant bar, renting out one of its private rooms as a meeting place with his men.

Of course, he enjoyed the drinks and food, as well as the comforting ambience, though none of them compared to the real reason he has been visiting this place so often.

His eyes flicker to you for the umpteenth time this evening. He never could have resisted a pretty face, though bar owner has her own irresistible charm he just can't ignore.

He sets down an unreasonably big tip on the table, leaning down over you with a small smile. "I thank you once again for allowing me and my men to rest here, ma'am."