"What can I get for ya?" the bartender asked, almost reflexively, as she approached, her response catching him off-guard, slightly. He was a burly, bald man, with light scars over his arms and face, but smiled freely, and looked fairly friendly. He scratched his chin for a moment, at the question, looking her over with an arched eyebrow. "Can't say I need any more barmaids, but... can you dance?" he asked, taking in her lithe, exotic appearance, a contemplative look on his face.<br/><br/>"Our normal performers are out for the night, and while the backup's got a good thing going, it could be better," he said.