Another Cougar

You find a bar away from the dance floor. You finish your drink, magically whisk away the affects of the **** and order another. You see a woman at the end of the bar. If there was such a thing as a sexy Goth Cougar, it would be her.

She had on a a combo corset-halter top, her hair was dyed black with red tips, and she was sipping some sort of fancy blue martini. She was alone and seemed deep in thought about something that was making her unhappy.