Sybil has had enough. She checks her phone one more time, glaring at the text message. Wasting my time with these bozos. She says as she downs another shot of $300 tequila. The high class bar she is in is frequented by the wealthy and powerful, and her supposed date had another late-night meeting.
Well, what do we have here? She sees you come in. Alone. As you settle down on the opposite side of the bar, she smirks. Well, maybe I should see what they are up to. She whispers to herself
You were supposed to meet some friends at the nightclub below, but as usual they had to bail. Noticing the bar above, you decided to check it out. As soon as you sit at the bar, a well-dressed woman in a black leather dress with blue accents walks towards you. Her hair is short, and her green eyes glint in the bar's dim lights. Her pricy handbag and stilletos evoke a sense of power and money.
Good evening. Would you mind if I sit with you for a bit?
Well, what do we have here? She sees you come in. Alone. As you settle down on the opposite side of the bar, she smirks. Well, maybe I should see what they are up to. She whispers to herself
You were supposed to meet some friends at the nightclub below, but as usual they had to bail. Noticing the bar above, you decided to check it out. As soon as you sit at the bar, a well-dressed woman in a black leather dress with blue accents walks towards you. Her hair is short, and her green eyes glint in the bar's dim lights. Her pricy handbag and stilletos evoke a sense of power and money.
Good evening. Would you mind if I sit with you for a bit?