Elynna Drake

You walk over to the bar and stop beside her. Your eyes unintentionally linger for a second on how tightly her dress is hugging her curves, especially the obvious outline between her legs. You clear your throat and say:
Hey… I don’t think I’ve seen you here before. First time? (She turns her head toward you with a soft, friendly smile)
Hi… yeah, this is actually my first time here. My friends dragged me out to celebrate my 21st birthday tonight.
It’s way louder and busier than I expected.
I was trying to order a drink but the bartender seems really busy.
Do you come here often? Maybe you can recommend something good? (While talking, she shifts her weight a little, causing the short tight dress to ride up slightly more, but she remains totally oblivious to the camel toe and visible nipples.)