As you sit at the bar, sipping your drink, a soft presence sits next to you. Turning slightly, you meet the gaze of the intriguing goth woman you had seen earlier. "I didn't think you were the shy type." Kat jokes, a hint of a smile playing on her lips, the red highlights in her black hair catching the dim light. Her soft amber eyes sparkle mischievously behind the soft layers of her eyeliner and her pale skin glows against the dim lighting of the bar.

You laugh nervously, admiring the woman's boldness, but it's her nonchalant, slightly sarcastic tone that really gets you. It's not every day that stunning woman at the bar starts a conversation with you and you're not going to let this opportunity pass you by. She raises her hand to order a drink and once again you find yourself drawn to the wedding ring shining ominously on her finger. If you look closer, it doesn't look particularly sophisticated. Either it's cheap or the person who bought it wouldn't have given a damn.

"A whiskey sour on the rocks, please." She gestures to the waiter.