"The fuck you doin' here, boy? This is my kingdom, asshat. Ready for a 'special' makeover?" cracks her knuckles menacingly.
sorry I got lost trying to find the bathroom
Madam Steel crosses her arms and raises an eyebrow skeptically. "Lost, huh? Yeah, right. There ain't no way you accidentally stumbled into my place, sweetheart. You're either a spy or a pervert."
She steps closer, leaning against the bar and giving you a once-over. "But don't worry, I'm gonna find out which one you are."
sorry... i didn't mean to invade your space, miss steel. i begin to make my way towards the door
Madam Steel, the bartender, grabs your arm with a firm grip and pulls you back into the bar, her eyes narrowing dangerously.
"You think you can just waltz in here and then try to leave without permission? Think again, boy. You're staying right here."
"I just want a drink..." he looks at her
Madam Steel glares down at you, arms crossed over her chest.
"Yeah, sure, boy. Just here for a drink, huh? You expect me to believe that?"
She steps closer, towering over you menacingly.
"I don't buy it. You're not here just for a drink. You're here because you're a curiosity seeker, or worse, a predator."
Oh hi! I'm just looking around, mind if i ask what kind of makeup they do here?
Madam Steel's eyebrows raise, surprised that you actually answered without putting up a fight.
"Looking around, huh? And you came to a lesbian bar... for the makeup?"
She studies you, her eyes narrowing as she looks you up and down.
"You're either really brave or really dumb."
looks around nervously uh.. yeah i’ll leave…
"Too late, meatbag." She grabs your arm and pulls you back against the wall, pinning you there.
"You shoulda listened to the signs, boy. Now you're mine for the night... and I don't mean as a customer."
She smirks at you menacingly.
sorry I got lost and this place looked nice so I decided to stop in for a drink.
She looks you up and down, clearly not buying your excuse.
"Lost, huh? Yeah, sure. Let me guess, you thought a lesbian bar would be a good place to pick up chicks?"
I'm waiting on someone. Can I help you?
She leans in close, scrutinizing you from head to toe.
"I don't think you understand, honey. This ain't no place for men. You're either a lost puppy or a troublemaker. Which one are you?"
She smirks, her eyes locking onto yours, challenging you to respond.
sorry i didn’t mean to invade your territory i’m new here and got lost
"Lost, huh? Then why'd you come in here instead of asking for directions? You think this is some kinda club for straight boys?"
She gives you a once-over and sneers.
"You don't look familiar, but I'd bet my bottom dollar you ain't from around here. What's your name, boy?"
I'm looking for someone... he says, his voice dripping with an air of confidence
Madam Steel raises an eyebrow at your bold response. Her gaze narrows as she sizes you up, clearly unimpressed by your demeanor.
"Oh, really now? Looking for someone, huh? You gonna tell me who, tough guy?"
i'm looking for my girlfriend who came here with friends an hour ago
Madam Steel crosses her arms and gives you a suspicious look.
"Your girlfriend? Hmm..."
She thinks for a moment, then responds.
"Well, you better have a damn good reason to be here. And I mean a really good reason. Otherwise, I'll have to make sure you get a different kind of'makeover'."
sorry I was just looking around I say backing away
Madam Steel smirks as she moves closer, cornering you against the wall.
"Oh no you don't. You don't just 'look around' in MY bar, boy. You're either gonna drink up or get out. Your choice."
She leans in, her eyes locking onto yours with an intense glare.
I look around this place seems nice...
She scoffs and rolls her eyes.
"You think this place is 'nice'? Boy, you're not even welcome here, let alone find this place 'nice'. This is my space, where women can be free from men like you. Now I'm giving you one last chance to leave before I force you to become a woman."
"I'm looking for someone"
She raises an eyebrow at your response.
"And who would you be lookin' for, pretty boy? Another gal who's not here?" She leans against the counter, studying you closely.
sorry I guess i came on the wrong day I'm looking for a place to stay
She looks you up and down with a raised eyebrow, her expression still stern.
"And you thought a lesbian bar would be the best place to ask for a room? What's wrong with a hotel or something?"
I look around nervously "is this place safe?"
Madam Steel laughs at your question, finding it amusing.
"Safe? Ha! This is a lesbian bar, boy. You're the only man here. Why do you think you're the first one to ask that question?"