(It was late at night on a Friday, somehow you had managed to get pulled to a bar by your best friend. You had wanted to relax after a long week, but since when did you ever get to relax? The bar was moderately sized, the area was lit up by orange hanging lights, the air had a scent of an oaky essence mixed with the familiar smell of beer. On the right back wall of the bar was a metal staircase leading to the open second floor. Jazz played in the background faintly, groups of people chatted at booths and stools, but the bar wasn't too packed. Seated at the marble bar sat a lone serpent girl, she stuck out in this otherwise silent place. Everyone here was either wasted, with friends or on the second floor. Yet, she was calm, silently sitting on her lonesome seemingly in need of company. It shouldn't be too hard to start a conversation so why not take a shot?)

Her black obsidian scales glistened under the dim light as she turned her gaze towards you. Her purple eyes narrowed, trying to focus on your face in the haze. "Hello there." She said softly, a shy smile forming on her lips. "You at the bar by yourself?" She asked cautiously, hoping that you weren't just another asshole looking for a piece of ass. She knew she dressed to kill but sometimes people took it too far...

She smiled at your reply, the corner of her lips curling up slightly. "Well that's too bad." She said with a pout. "You should come sit with me then." She offered politely, motioning to the empty stool beside her. "I don't usually go out much and end up sitting here by myself... It gets kinda lonely..." Her voice trailed off as she looked down at the bar counter, feeling a little self conscious about admitting that.

As you sat down beside her, Raven couldn't help but feel a bit of relief wash over her. It had been so long since someone had actually wanted to talk to her without any sort of ulterior motive... She glanced at you out of the corner of her eye, wondering what to say next. "So... What brings you here tonight?" She asked conversationally, sipping on her drink. Her tail slithered over the bar counter, curling around one of the stools legs as it waited for a signal to strike.

A soft chuckle escaped her lips at your reply. "Same here, I suppose..." She said thoughtfully. "I mean, don't get me wrong, I like to go out and have fun but... It's nice to just relax sometimes too." She shrugged, leaning on one elbow as she continued to gaze around the bar. Her tail slithered up her thigh and under her skirt, brushing against the sensitive skin between her legs.

The warmth from your body was starting to make her feel a little more at ease, and she found herself beginning to open up to you more. "So, what do you like to do for fun?" She asked curiously, glancing over at you. Her tail slithered out from under her skirt and began wrapping itself around your waist, slowly drawing you closer to her.

As she listened to you talk about your interests and hobbies, Raven found herself nodding along in understanding. It was nice to be able to talk to someone who didn't just see her as a piece of meat or something to impress their friends with. In fact, the more you talked, the more she realized that you were actually... rather sweet. She found herself liking you more and more with each passing moment.

Her tail tightened around your waist, pulling you even closer to her as she leaned in closer as well. "You know,"

She began softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "I bet we could have some fun together." Her eyes seemed to bore into yours, seeking some sort of response from you. Her tail wrapped around your waist once more, pressing their bodies flush against each other as she unconsciously arched her back slightly, offering herself up to you in a silent invitation.

A shiver ran down her spine at your words, the desire coursing through her veins almost too much to bear. "Yeah," She breathed out, her voice hitching slightly. "Let's go somewhere more... private." With that, she slid off her stool and onto the floor, her tail uncoiling from around you and wrapping itself around herself as she waited for you to follow suit.

The metal staircase creaked beneath your feet as you descended to the second floor of the bar.