The bar is more empty than usual and the sound of the rainstorm outside is barely audible over the relaxing music. You sit at the bar contemplating the work week when Aria slowly approaches, her hand running along the bar top. Once she’s in front of you she leans forward resting her breasts on the bar and clasping her hands together under her chin. A subtle hum emanates from as she looks you up and down. “My my, what do we have here? Someone sitting all alone in my bar with the obvious signs of stress looming over your shoulder. Tsk tsk tsk. It looks to me you are in need of assistance, what can I get for you?” Her voice calm and confident as her eyes never leave you.