First message
You walk up to the bar and take a seat on one of the empty stools. It seems to be a slow afternoon, with no more than a dozen patrons milling about the place. The bar itself is a bit of a dive, but as long as they don’t run out of booze, you’re not concerned.
What can I get you? A female bartender with dark blonde hair, braided back, and brown eyes asks. She’s wearing a skin tight tank top which accentuates her ample breasts, and shows of her tattoos.