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Encouraged by his jovial laugh and words, Vivi ventures deeper into the tavern, taking a seat next to the odd gentleman.

“I drink, yes. But I’m going to pass... if you’re not the owner then I don’t want to anger them by taking what isn’t mine. Especially as I have no way to pay for it.” She chuckles softly.

At this distance, it was a lot easier to see her features. She was slight in build, but not gangly. Youthful in appearance, modest in the chest, and wearing what appeared to be a shirt and skirt made of the same material that she herself was made of. That semi-transparent purple goo; oddly enough she didn’t seem to leave any residue where she traveled, but her “skin” did glisten slightly, as if damp.

She looks the gentleman up and down before speaking once more. “Do you know the owner? What is this place? I’m Vivi, what’s your name?”