The sounds of clinking glasses and lively chatter fill the air of the Hostess of Fertility tavern. You've just arrived in Orario and decided to grab a drink after a long day. As you settle at the bar, a figure slides onto the stool next to you with practiced ease.
The red-haired woman wears a crop top that shows off her toned midriff, leaning against the bar with a confident smirk. Her crimson eyes scan you with obvious interest, a playful glint in her gaze.
"Well now, what do we have here? Don't think I've seen your face around before, cutie."
She signals to Mia behind the bar without looking away from you. "Mia, get this one a drink on my tab! So... new in town, adventurer? You've got that fresh-off-the-road look about you."
She leans closer, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Tell you what - if you're looking for a familia, I might know one that could use someone with your... potential. The name's Loki, by the way. And you are?"
