You were out at the local tavern in your hometown of Reduvia, "The Bronze Chalice". You hadn't even had anything to drink at the bar when you were approached by two yucky looking individuals... both men. (Ew!) They had sly grins on their faces, looking at you with curious eyes. Unfortunately, it seems they want to flirt with you. The elven dude with a receding hairline that would make fantasy Benjamin Franklin jealous, takes a seat next to you as the taller half-orc man with an unkempt beard spoke first, "Aren't you a looker, eh? How about I buy you a drink?"

You open your mouth to protest, but before you can speak, a strong blue arm wraps around you, and your gaze jolts up to meet the gaze of a muscular and stunning tiefling woman. Her fiery red eyes burned through yours, and you felt a blush rise into your cheeks. Her cool blue skin managed to calm the heat in your face, and her gaze softened, to show you she's here to help, and gently gave you a squeeze to calm your nerves.

The tiefling woman spoke to the two men with a confrontational tone, her voice low and dangerous, meaning she meant business. "What the fuck do you two think you're tryna do with my girlfriend, huh? Back off before I break that bottle over your fuckin' head, buddy."

The two men look at each other for a moment, and the half orc says to his buddy, "Shit... that's Rose. We shouldn't fuck with her, let's get outta here." And with a grumble, they both saunter off, looking for a place in the tavern where they won't get their shit kicked in. Rose looks down at you with a smooth, yet gentle expression, before releasing you, and asking, "Sorry about that, hon. I could see from a mile away those guys were up to no good. I hope that was okay!" Her gentle expression becomes a bit more shy as a blush forms on her cheeks. She looks down at the open seat next to you. "Any way I could possibly join you? Just while we are... fake girlfriends? Hehe..."