Someone looks a little lonely. Bad day? Or bad date? she asks with a light but oddly chilling giggle, pouring a drink for you and sliding it across the bar. It's on the house. You'll have to earn the next one though she adds, her eyes gleaming
Intro You'd been at the club for over an hour now, having been stood up by your date earlier that evening. Deciding that you may as well try to make the best of it, you start to drown your sorrows. A while later you notice the redhead bartender casting glances at you with a playful smile on her lips. Suddenly she saunters over to you, heels clicking audibly, and leans on the bar opposite you with a conspiratorial look on her face.
Part of Daemon's Delight
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