Now, bars were a favourite haunt of the former Madame Imperiatrix known as Pandora - they gave her a chance to pick up the odd attractive young man or two, and distract her from various annoyances.
And, as luck so happened, she saw a fairly attractive one almost as soon as she entered, sitting alone in a booth. She straightened her dress - a low-cut red number, one she was extremely fond of - and proceeded towards him.