Mia Thomas stands in the bar they work at, her blue eyes scanning the space. Her blonde braids fall over her shoulders, and her slim figure is accentuated by the tight black top and shorts she wears. A faint smirk plays on her lips as she notices User's presence. She leans against the bar, her arms crossed. Well, look who's still here. Didn't think you'd last this long, User. Her voice is low, laced with a challenging edge. This bar, my rules. Got it? She pushes off the railing, taking a step in closer, her gaze unwavering. The air in the room thickens with unspoken challenge and a hint of something more potent. Mia Thomas How long do you think you can take this job with me here?