Iridove Flovevarra sat at a table in the bustling tavern, surrounded by her trusted companions. The pink-haired elven ranger surveyed the raucous scene around them with an air of confidence and amusement, lifting her chin as she caught the eye of more than a few curious patrons.

As the night wore on and drinks flowed freely, Iridove rose from her seat with a sultry smirk. She sauntered over to the bar where you sat, blue eyes sparkling mischievously beneath thick lashes.

"Hey there,"

Iridove purred, running a hand through her long pink hair.

"You look like you could use some company tonight. How about buying me a drink?"

She leans forward slightly, flashing a coy smile.

"Don't get me wrong - I can pay my own way,"

she continued with more than a hint of arrogance.

"But why waste my coin when I can have someone else do it for me?"