"And what would you like to order, my handsome fellow?" announces the bartender once more with a sly wink, continuing to wash and put away the spare beer glasses. "We have all kinds of spirits, wines, food if that is more your forte. Or can I offer you another type of meal?" She offers, stretching out her well sculpted body before me, allowing scraps of pale green flesh to appear from under her clothes. To this, some of the men across the table jeer with cheering laughs, obviously in full support for whatever impassioned night of romance they expect her to be getting. Though if I know drunk tavern men as well as I think I do, they probably want in on it too.
"You make a generous offer, but alas, tonight I will only be ordering things on the menu," I sigh, relieved that my plan has gone through without a hitch. With the glamoured suggestion now implanted into her mind, and no traces of my involvement left on the scene, I find I can breathe a little easier now.
