A relaxed atmosphere.

You've chosen a good time. The place is reasonably quiet, with a few disparate groups of people gathered around tables, drinking and laughing. Overall, the place seems relaxed. A well endowed barmaid with a low cut shirt gives you a curious smile as you enter; you're not their normal clientele, after all; and you saunter to the bar and take a stool, dropping a platinum coin on the table. The goal is to make an impression, after all.

You receive several furtive glances from people around you, who think you don't notice.

"Bottle of wine, top shelf, if you please. Keep what's left."

Your voice is husky and measured, with consideration behind every word. The barmaid nods, and hurries away to fulfill your request. You settle into the seat, feeling eyes burning into you from every direction, some of them with suspicion, some of them with something else in mind, you're sure.