This bar is...concerning. She was not expecting to be in a bar. It is new and she has no idea how to handle it, which is terrifying, but she can't let her fear show. Showing weakness is always a bad plan. So she wanders around and inspects everything from the furniture to the mysteriously self-playing instruments with an air of casualness so practiced few could see past the facade.
She nods.
“It’s not most people’s favorite thing, but they still worry when it disappears. Although I’ve got some stories.”
“I had a girl come in who wanted there to be blood every time she got wet. Seems like she had some misconceptions as a child, and they stuck.”
“It was. She was thrilled, the sweetheart.”
She looks over Anna-Salome again.
“Anything else for this part, hon?”
"I mean I'm not exactly a virgin but I've never really--not because I wanted to. I don't know what I like. It's not something I try to think about a lot."
She wishes she heard this story less often. She really does.
"...well, honey, I can help you some with all that, but if you don't want to think about it now or ever I don't want you to have to."
“...Well, I don’t know if you’d want to try any shortcuts, but if there’s anything you want to try safely, or read about, or see...I can help.”
“I can take...a closer look at you. Figure out some of what’s hidden deeper in there. I’m not a mind reader, not really, but desires, those I know.”
"It's not about what I want. If it's just what I want that you see it's probably fine. It's what I am."
"Well. Whatever you've got in there, I'm not about to judge. You should've seen me, when I was new."
Well. Let’s take a look, then.
What are the base things she wants, most in the world?