Lyn Harper  (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v291/videogames64/Characters/Real%20ppl/Rachel_Weisz_1649729a_zps5b584054.jpg) and her coworkers were sitting just down the bar from Niklaus, laughing and relaxing together after a long day of work.<strong>"To Fridays!"</strong>One of the women gushed, lifting her drink. Lyn smiled, clinking her cosmopolitan glass against the other two before taking a sip. She was still dressed in her work attire, a dark red a-line skirt that hugged her hips and a black chiffon blouse with a dark red undershirt. Her neko tail curled languidly around her barstool and her ears were perked forward, attentive as one of her friends spoke about her weekend plans with her family. Lyn smiled softly, her amber eyes glinting in merriment.<br/><br/>It might be cruel to say, but an honest observer would notice Lyn was leaps and bounds the more beautiful of the three women. The other two were older, in their mid fourties compared to Lyn's late twenties. After all, they were the top research scientists at their lab in the city, and usually such success did not come until later in age. Lynette however had always been a hard worker and a sharp, analytical mind. She had risen fast in her four years with the company. She was definitely, 100% a child of the age of science. She was not prone to passions or emotional decisions, and when it came to her world view she only believed in what she could see, taste, smell and touch. She had heard of this war of religion in her history classes and she believed it was utter nonsense people had ever believed in such absurdities. To put it simply, she was the exact opposite sort of woman that would ever join the Cult of Motarr.<br/><br/>But Fate was about to intervene.<strong>"Ok, time to live vicariously through our younger friend here."</strong>One of the women leaned in closer and whispered conspiratorially with a grin. She nudged Lyn's shoulder and gave a nod to their left. [/b]"Lyn, take a look, five seats down, gorgeous dark hair, black button up. You have to go talk to him."[/b]<br/><br/>Lyn glanced over to Niklaus and arched an eyebrow. Well... he was definitely an attractive man, clearly good genes, fit. She considered it for a moment then shook her head.<strong>"I'm not going to go hit on a stranger."</strong>She declared.<br/><br/><strong>"Oh come on! For us? My husband hasn't put out in three months, somebody here should be getting some."</strong>The first woman tried to convince Lyn while the other called over the bar tender.<strong>"We'd like to send him a drink, his choice. Say it's from her."</strong>The barkeep nodded, already moving off.<br/><br/><strong>"Mary, what are you doing?"</strong>Lyn hissed, blushing as her ears flicked back- but she didn't stop the bartender. Her mind and heart started to race. She was not brash, she was not bold.<strong>"I'm going to kill both of you."</strong>She decided, shaking her head. But... a moment later she glanced down the bar, seeing how he might react. He was definitely easy on the eyes, and it had been a while since she engaged with a man in that manner.