You're a female human, one of above average attractiveness and height. A young woman with a full figure and shoulder length brown hair. But you good looks don't do you much good in this harsh environment, especially against the powerful stink of bodily odors, booze and smoke that hangs in the air. The aroma is so intense that you pull up your shirt and cover your nose for fear of passing out. You look around through your teary eyes, but the dense fog of funk makes it hard to see across the crowded room. You need to see about getting a room for the night, but you have no idea where to go or who to ask.
As you're pondering, you hear something just behind you that makes you prick your ears.
You shudder. You're not sure at first if they're talking to you, but when they speak up again you're certain.
"I'm talkin' to ya little girl. You're not gonna ignore me, are you?"
Someone is calling you, and you don't like it one bit. You don't even want to turn around and approach the voice for fear of who it might be. You think that the best course of action would be to walk away from this mysterious catcaller and try to find someone to buy a room from. Although maybe it might be better just to get out of the bar and fast!
You hear someone push in their chair behind you and you know you have to decide fast.
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