As Abia was dancing to the music while serving orders, cleaning tables, and everything else involved with running a bar, she found herself unable to hear any of the conversations being held among the group. It wasn’t until she passed nearby that she heard Victor call out to her. She shuddered at the thought of him bathing, picturing a disgusting image of a less than ideal and possibly slightly deformed man beneath all those clothes. Why did her imagination have to cook that one up? “It’ll cost you extra!” She called back at him.