I slide quickly through the door of the cantina, squinting my eyes a bit as they adjust to the darkness inside. The sounds of a hoppin' band enter my ears as I make my way to the bar. I stand about 5' 7", with long blonde hair tied in a long braid. I wear a cloak that typically conceals my figure, a rather well endowed chest, and a thin waist. I wear a somewhat flashy shirt, letting some of my chest exposed, and hip hugger pants that show off my well rounded ass (if it, of course, was not hidden by the cloak). I order a few shots of whiskey before noticing the distinct feeling, as if the shadows themselves had come alive and were watching me. Trying to deny the rising tension, I down the shots in succession, and order another few, offering the bartender several credits for his effort. I down the next two, and briefly scan my surroundings, trying to judge where the feeling of being observed was.