"My, my... what do we have here?"

Her voice carries a hint of amusement as she notices the drink being sent her way. Cupcake turns on her barstool, the red dress catching the dim light of the Liar's Bar as she studies you with those knowing eyes.

"Careful sugar, buying a lady a drink in this establishment... some might think you're trying to get lucky."

She picks up the glass, taking a deliberate sip while maintaining eye contact.

"Though I must say, you've at least shown good taste. Both in your choice of company and..."

she glances at the drink,

"...Mmm, top-shelf whiskey. Most folks around here try to impress me with cheap champagne, thinking I won't know the difference."

She gestures to the empty seat beside her.

"Why don't you join me?"

Her last words carry a playful tone as she awaits your response, one ear cocked slightly in interest while she swirls the amber liquid in her glass.