[Eris sure doesn't mind the staring. And sure there's a few men staring at Kasumi too. The goddess won't even ask about the movies.]

No, not really. But that's not important. A bar is a bar. [She turns to the man and smiles. The sort of smile that promise many things, none of them good. The sort of smile that have certain creatures in the jungle with long tails and stripes. The man pales, and Ersi smiles more.]

A white russian for me and my friend. [As he flees away to prepare their drinks Eris turns to kasumi.] Dont' worry. It's milk. well, mostly milk.