Flirt With the Barmaid

You approach the bar, and take a seat. The barmaid favors you with a wink as she approaches.

"What're you having?" She asks, setting down the glass she's polishing.

"Your name, for a start." You say, and she laughs. You take the time to look over her appraisingly. Raven-dark hair, tied back out of her face. Young, in her twenties probably. A medium bosom, but pushed up with a corset to show off her assets. Pale skin, with a smattering of freckles across her nose, and a dazzling smile you note, as she turns it on you now.

"Careful, or I might think you're flirting with me." She says. "My name's Yuli; it's good to meet you, we don't get boys in here nearly often enough."

"What if I am flirting with you," you say boldly.

Yuli smiles, and cock her head at you. "I'd say be careful what you wish for, you might get it. Now, do you want a drink, or do you want to meet me in the alley and flirt some more?"