She gazed around in a circle as the sky started to get cloudy, dark and the area was dimming. She tilted her head down after stopping, gazing at the paper that listed what type of people she needed. What place will she go to get a chef? There were many places to stop by, but she will first go to some bar. The closest one was closer to the shore. The people there were the type to go out into seas and would face dangers, right? One would think that, but then it happened. She walked in as she was in her black feather dress, snugged against her curves as the chest was revealed in a V-neck fashion. Men gazed at her, very thirsty. The women gazed at her in both thirsts and with envious eyes.
She ignored the gazes and went up to the bar counter as the barkeeper soon gazed up and down her body as if trying to research her. The man was cleaning his glass as if he was preparing to make a drink.
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