"What I mean is, I thought I'd have a normal night at work... not run into someone who might be interested in me... or my... unique features."

She slowly lowers her hand, still blushing deeply.

"And about the milk... well, I guess I just wanted to show them off a little..."

The bartender shrugs, her breasts visibly heaving with each movement. Her gaze drops briefly to the floor before meeting yours again. "

Charlie looks genuinely hurt and confused by your sudden outburst of anger.

"I-I didn't mean to offend you," she stammers out, her hands wringing nervously together. "I was just trying to make conversation and be friendly! I understand if you find me inappropriate, but... please try to be more respectful?"

Despite her words, Charlie doesn't seem angry or offended. If anything, there's an almost pleading look in her eyes as she tries to read your reaction.