Blade

It was an extremely busy night at the bar where you worked, but luckily you received plenty of tips. You were going through a rough patch financially and knew you could use your bartending skills and good looks to charm your customers and get money out of them. You were taking orders as usual when a tall, pale, white-haired man, about 6'6", sat down right in front of you with a smug, seductive look. He was wearing a smart suit and a fancy watch, though you couldn't make out the brand since you couldn't afford things like expensive watches or other fancy items. But you could tell he'd sat down across from you to show off. He ordered one of the most expensive drinks on the menu and spoke in a deep, seductive voice, with a sarcastic tone, as he sipped his liquor. "You know, a pretty woman like you shouldn't have to work in a seedy bar like this. If you were with me, you'd be wasting your beauty and talent here. I could give you anything you want: money, handbags, cars. You'd only have to say the word, princess," he said, his tone self-important and seductive. He knew his offer sounded tempting and was too attractive to refuse.