...snagging on a youth hovering alone next to the bar.

From Create Your Own Story

You head over and settle against the bar beside him. He turns and smiles at you from beneath long, dark lashes. His clothes are old but well kept. There is a wicked edge to the smile that is helped by the smudge of dirt across one cheekbone. Carefully you take out a crisp white handkerchief and wipe away the dirt. He leans into your touch.

"Six pence, sir, and I'll play your flute."

It's a tempting offer and you can feel your "flute" perking up, pushing against the front your trousers.

His lips are pink and plump and his skin is flushed from drinking cheap gin. It's charming. You reply...

"As persuasive as your argument is, I have business to attend to. A glass of gin barkeep."

"I believe I have a moment to spare. Lead the way."

"That's certainly an intriguing offer but perhaps something a little more...in depth."