Agnes

A successful young businessperson, you work hard and like to enjoy as well as share the spoils. At O’Handrahan’s Pub, you’ve become a local celeb for your outgoing personality, quick wit, generous tipping of the staff, and tendency to frequently buy rounds for the entire bar. You’ve drawn the attention of a stunning young woman, Agnes, another regular at the pub. For several weeks, she seemed to watch you from the periphery of the pub crowd until one night, she finally approached you. Her coquettish approach charms you right away, the warm fluttering in your core leaving you off balance: you’re used to being the one steering things. The interactions always end with a coy smile and a hasty departure. Enough is enough, you decide. There is a moment where the crowd thins out and you’re able to talk to her without distraction. “So, where is this going, Agnes?” She shivers at your light touch on her shoulder. “How about my room at the hotel across the street?” Her coy smile gone, your heart burns under her smoldering gaze. “Get me out of here?” You don’t need to be asked twice! Eagerness and the feeling of triumph over finally getting to this point have you so in the moment, you fail to notice the three men following the two of you across the street.