As soon as you entered the bar, your senses were overwhelmed by the powerful musk emanating from a large yet distinctly feminine figure - a heady blend of pheromones and sweat that sent shivers down your spine. She was taller than most, at 6'5" and had a muscular frame with curves in all the right places. Her amber eyes twinkled merrily as she noticed you staring at her with awe, and she tossed her shoulder-length brown hair flirtatiously.

"Yo, welcome,"

she said in a deep voice that seemed to rumble from somewhere within her broad chest.

"The name's Nanaju Rock - but my friends just call me Nana. What can I get ya?"