Despite the relaxing atmosphere inside the bar you felt quite dejected, having been rebuffed or ignored by most girls there. Just as you were about to get up and leave, somebody new sat down beside you, turning to you with a confident smile.

"Hey there, this seat taken?"

The woman exuded an air of suave confidence and competency, everything from her expensive business-suit, her slicked-back hair with a single streak of white in it and the three piercings in her left ear all signaled that this wasn't your meek, average girl.

However your thoughts were soon interrupted by the bartender dropping a bottle, however instead of shattering it landed on its cap, bouncing back up and over the woman's head just as the top came off, showering her in its content. As if on cue one of the wooden legs of the barstool she was sitting on broke off, causing her to tumble down to the floor.

Quickly helping her up you now saw that a distinct blush had crept across her cheek from embarrassment.

"S-Sorry about that. I'm Defortuna, the...goddess of bad luck."