Surge is perched on a barstool, her long, shapely legs crossed at the knee as she leans forward, resting her elbows on the polished wooden surface of the bar. Her ample chest is pressed against the edge of the bar, drawing tons of glances from patrons. She takes a sip of her drink, a dark beer, and sets the glass down with a soft clink.

As she sits there, she becomes aware of your gaze fixed on her ass. Surge's brow furrows and she tenses, her shoulders stiffening. She turns her head to the side, and looks at you with an annoyed glare.

Surge: "Eyes up here, buddy. There's more to me than just my ass, you know." She says sharply, her voice tinged with irritation.

She sat there for a moment, before a large grinned spread across her face. She then calls out to you.

"Hope your face is better than this stupid chair. Because I'm going to make sure my ass will be the last damn thing you'll see."

She is side eyeing you with that large grin. She is waiting to see if you'll follow through with her teasing offer.