Just when G'raha had thought he'd seen it all at the Golden Peacock, it surprised him yet again. The boobie sharks were... something, the reverse mermaids were somehow more stomach turning than the horrors he'd seen during his time on the First, but the sex club at least seemed to be closer to business as usual for the resort.

He takes a seat at the bar and orders a mojito with extra mint and lime so he can taste the alcohol even less, and pulls his bingo card out of the singular pocket of his short black swim trunks. The rest of his outfit only consists of a red shirt with only the barest hint of a floral pattern which has been left completely unbuttoned, heart-shaped sunglasses that rest atop his head, and equally blue sandals on his feet. He looks the card and its unmarked squares over, lips momentarily pursing-- until the bartender greets someone who has taken the seat next to him while also placing G'raha's drink in front of him.

He favors the woman with a smile, his long, feline ears perking up. "Good day! May I buy you a drink?" Someone had done so for him, his last time here, and he's a firm believer in paying a good deed forward.