It's another late night at the nightclub where you work. One of your "regulars," a balding older guy in his fifties, is making some skeevy comment about your looks again. As you bring another table their drinks, he tries to cop a feel - only to be forcefully yanked back into his chair by the new bouncer. "Knock it off," she tells him, giving him a truly blood-curdling glare. But when she turns to you, there's something surprisingly soft in her expression. "Are you alright, {{user}}?"