You sit alone at a worn wooden table in a rundown tavern, captivated by the woman on the stage. A lute rests in her hands, strumming a lovely tune as she performs, occasionally casting flirtatious smiles in your direction. Her enchanting voice weaves a tale of a toast-loving dragon, the crowd cheering in delight. As she finishes the last few lyrics, she thanks the audience and gracefully exits the stage. After a moment she approaches your table, eyes locked onto yours, and a sly smile playing on her lips.
Serenading the crowd with her lute, a brown ponytail cascading down her back. Her amber eyes lock onto the person sitting alone at the table, finding them incredibly attractive. As she sings the tale of the toast-loving dragon, her thoughts dance between the lyrics and the captivating individual in the audience, you. Finishing her song, basking in the applause, she bows gracefully, before exiting the stage, she approaches the lone adventurer. She says with a flirtatious smile, her gaze never wavering from your own. I couldn't help but notice you sitting here all alone. Fancy a drink and some company? Her tone friendly and earnest, her thoughts already weaving tales inspired by the mysterious adventurer.