"I imagine my being here would hinder your attempts at conquest," Cassandra said absently. Still, she sat down on the seat. She supposed she would spare him five minutes or so. Her bed would still be there, of course. And there was clearly something wrong with him. Something other than being highly intoxicated, of course.

She glanced down the bar at the woman with an ample bosom and dark eyes. "She's pretty."

A pale imitation, but pretty.