With the melded confidence of two strong-willed women backing her up, Ronnie felt like doing something she usually wouldn't be so bold as to pursue. For a while now, she'd been on the fence about doing some kind of experimenting. There had been a few curious thoughts bumbling through her mind, one or two odd daydreams about particularly attractive girls in her class, but she'd never quite worked up the courage to take that plunge and see what it'd really be like to enjoy the company of another woman. Now, though, she had courage to spare, and she knew exactly where to go.
It wasn't a terribly long drive to her destination, and she wasn't entirely unfamiliar with the route either. In one of her periods of more direct consideration, she'd looked up the place online, and even shown up in a nice dress, before getting cold feet and spending the entire night sitting in her car, failing to psych herself up to go inside. This time, she didn't even hesitate, marching straight from her car and up to the entrance with head held high. Cynthia seemed to approve of her choice of venue, based on the way her slimy form briefly warmed up within her chest as they entered.
Some part of Ronnie had always kind of expected to walk in here and find that the fancy exterior was just a show, and that inside, it was a rowdy, rough place, more akin to a some raunchy Irish pub than anything else. Instead, her first lesbian bar looked to be every bit as high-class as the photos online made it out to be. The decor was less happy hour, more high society, there was more wine and champagne being passed around, and every single woman she laid eyes on was done up to an incredible degree. Their looks and fashions varied wildly, but every single one carried an air of sophistication that might have intimidated Ronnie if she was here alone.
Instead, she felt more like the intimidating one all through her stride to the bar, bolstered by Cynthia's presence and the jaw-dropping body that her roommate had provided. Even in a few moments of walking, she was turning heads, more than a few patrons glancing over to her and murmuring in what seemed to be an approving manner. Even the bartender eyed her up as she took a seat on a stool and ordered a drink. Smiling pleasantly, she glanced around to find that there was a woman giving her a once-over in just about every direction. Those whose gazes lingered long enough to be caught by Ronnie all received an inviting wink, with a little adjustment to her pose to better show off the immense weights upon her chest.
For a time, though, it seemed like Cynthia had perhaps done too good of a job in making her a bombshell. Half an hour passed without any of the women she'd made inviting motions towards actually working up the courage to approach her. There was something amusingly ironic about that - she was so gorgeous that nobody here was brave enough to actually walk up to her and so much as say hello.
Maybe she would have to do it for them. After all, there were plenty of women here who caught her own and Cynthia's eye alike - she wouldn't feel the slightest bit of anxiety in walking up to them to make an introduction. At the same time, though, she was relishing this sort of attention, being this enigmatic lady with so perfect a body, so many eyes on her as every woman there waited to see who would unravel her mysteries. What could be the harm in waiting a little while longer?