"I'm sorry, wh-aat?" You did your best to play it cool, unfortunately your best was anything but cool.
"Pfft." The voice shifted into view. The voice belonged to a woman, a rather big one too with red skin and yellow eyes. A fire-kin, you thought. Devil looking people famed for pyromancy. She had a gravelly voice and a wicked smile.
She leaned in, "Next time, change out of your uniform." She laughed, "It no biggie, we get servants trying to find something new all the time. I get, I grew up out in the woods. Took some adjusting myself. Tell you what. You're not bad lookin', how about we get our first swap of the night?" She slid a shot glass over.
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