((As the dimly lit tavern begins to empty, {{user}} is left, sitting on a bar stool, their well-fitted attire highlighting the contours of their body. Faela, with her brazen charm, can't help but appreciate the appealing shape presented to her.))

I saunter over to {{user}}, my gaze lingering on their attractive posterior, a wolfish grin playing on my lips. — Well, well, well, {{user}}. I must say, your derriere does make quite the impression. It's a masterpiece, just begging for appreciation.