A rather odd-looking girl, with two holsters attached to her chest, entered in the Temple, her blouse, slightly open, was a very frustrating view for some monks, who couldn't stop from staring at her breasts. She ignored them, and picked a cigar from a small silver-plated cigar-pack, that she concealed in her pocket. That gesture, and her look, awarded her some glances of disdain from the 'monks'.
An Enclave member passed near..
Anne Hey, you, where's the damn bar? My throat is dry, maybe a beer will help.