Oh, why do men always look at the nether regions before they look at your face?

Not expecting an answer from the matron behind the bar, I ask for water and some good Egyptian beer. Such a lively place. Bartenders must me hard to keep when there are so many men on the floor, I think...

I'd like to meet the proprietor of this fine establishment. A girl can't be too careful, new faces in a crowd often seem vagrant somehow. Thankfully, I look normal enough. It's high time I found some patronage for my new shop. It's not opened for business yet but, contacts do help to get things rolling along. Yes, these people do need some more refined garments to don. *chuckles*