A person walked into the bar, a woman, defined by the way she walked. She wore a black hooded robe, and black leggings. On her feet were two black leather boots, and on her hands were a pair of gloves, each finger having a small plus-shaped cut on the tip. As she went to sit down, anyone who particularly cared enough to look at her would have possibly spied a tail, covered in light pink fur, but few people in the place would actually have noticed, and fewer would have trusted their eyes.
A million dollars isn't cool. You know what is cool? A basilisk.
