The quasi-humaniod that just slithered through the door...

You are about to go strike up a conversation with this pink girl that smells faintly like bubblegum when the doors to the lounge burst open and in slithers a women that would be a ravishing beauty, were it not for the fact that her lower body from about the hips down is a snake that puts the largest anaconda in history to shame. If you can look past that, and considering some of the things you have seen in the halls and by the pool, not to mention the bellhops that carried you to your room, who looked like nothing you have ever imagined even in the depths of your nightmares, it's fairly easy to do that, she is HOT. Hair the color of spun rubies, silvery white skin, dressed in a simple emerald one piece silk nightgown type thing, which you can tell from looking at it and the way they jiggle as she slithers is not concealing a bra to hold up her D-cup melons, they just kind of defy gravity on their own. (Unless she has some kind of hyper-tech anti-gravity cup that lets her tits jounce and sway while providing the ultimate in support or something, after today that would not surprise you in the slightest.) There is only one thing that mars her features, she is scowling and her face is streaked with dried tears.

She notices you noticing her, brightens up, then slithers up to coil her purplish black and gray patterned scales around the stool next to you and tells the bartender, "My version of whatever he's having, neat and hard." Jerking her thumb at you.

The little scanner comes out and plays it's green light over her extended wrist then pours a drink very similar to your own, but with a much more potent scent of ****, which she downs in an single gulp and says "Another, I promise to take this one slower." To which the bartender cautiously nods and pours another one, holding it out with a look that says 'don't make me regret this'. Duly admonished she takes the martini glass and sips gently, realizing at once that her second one is an EXACT duplicate of yours, not the stiff drink she got the first time, but just tosses a quick wink at him and turns to you.

You are not the most suave ladies man in history but you have been to bars and lounges before and have had a minute or so while she approached and put herself a stiff sheet to the wind to come up with an ice breaker so you open with: "I noticed the scowl when you came in, rough day?"

"Gods Above and Bellow, YES!" She responds, turning back to the bar and setting her glass down.

"Do you want to talk about it?" You query, sensing you might be loosing the initiative.

"No." She says.

"Well then what about something else? For starters what are these drinks called? I want to learn the recipe for when I head home..." You recover swiftly, really bringing your A-Game just there.

She turns back, a smile on her lips, and you know you have just saved a fumble in a big way. "What we're drinking is called a 'Rodalian Sky' and I could teach you how to mix one without an autotender if you wanted."

"Are you a mixologist or bartender then?" You ask.

"Innkeeper, but let's not get ahead of ourselves: the name is Sharisha, and you are?" Sharisha asks extending her left hand.