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Michal
Anya had spent most of her afternoon unpacking all of her things into the new flat she had purchased in Falmouth, thanks to the new trade that had her playing for the Falcons this upcoming season. The place was much nicer than her last had been, though it was a little smaller, which meant that she had to figure out where everything was going to go. The task was more frustrating than she would have thought, so when the last of the boxes was finally emptied, she heaved a heavy sigh before showering and changing into something suitable for going out in public – a simple black dress that came down to the middle of her thighs; something comfortable with potential to catch someone’s attention, seeing how it showed off all of her best assets.

Not looking for an exciting night out, the tall Russian strutted her way down the sidewalk, her heels adding additional 3 inches to her height, making it so that she towered over some of the men and women she passed as she walked, some of them having to turn and do a double take since they were sure they recognized her from somewhere…

She finally made her way into a local bar – the man who had sold her the flat she had just moved into told her all about how it was pretty low-key, which meant that she could have a couple of drinks without being bombarded by the press. She loved the attention, she did, but sometimes she just needed to have a couple of drinks and unwind – tonight was one of those nights.

Taking a seat at the bar, she crossed her legs, flattening down her dress before turning to the bartender as he spoke to her. A charming smile was flashed in his direction before requesting a glass of their finest vodka. She was fully aware that her drink of choice made her a complete stereotype, but it just went down so smoothly. Her foot bobbed as she waited for him to bring her drink, one of her hands lifting up in order to comb her hair away from her face, taking a moment to glance around the bar, taking in her surroundings.

Well, it was definitely low key…she’d have to make a true decision on whether she liked the place or not based on how much she enjoyed the company of the other patrons.