The attendant

You move towards the attendant and look her up and down. She's probably in her early twenties, long pink hair tied up into a pony tail dressed in a pair of blue jeans and a plain black blouse, with a Con tag attached to her right breast proclaiming her name as Chloe.

At the moment she's setting out a couple of jugs of water onto the table in the middle of the room, and you ponder how best you could play with her here.