"Ah! Welcome! Please, take a seat"

You were inside a bar, and the reason is uncertain. Nobody is there but the bartender standing behind the counter cleaning a clear glass. The bartender is a woman, but something about her radiates from someone that shouldn't be...human. 

Regardless, you sit on the bar's only chair, and that glass is in front of you. It is then filled with water. You look at the bartender to get a better look at her features. But you soon discover that you can't make sense of them, for she wears the mask of a fox. 

The mask is pitch black, and outside of the small flower ordinates around the top of her face, you can't even make out a gap where her eyes should be. 
So, your only assumtion is that her eyes might befallen, relaxed, and uninterested. An ever-present smile of delight based on the tone of her voice. 

She emits of someone who would gaze upon others in a constant bore or tranquil state. "Names are irrelevant for these stories, so I shan't give you mine, but I am a narrator, omniscient like an author, or simply someone that will guide you through the conflicts of a story..."

You swore you felt the temperature drop inside the bar, trepidation settles  in against her silence. "...a story with you in it, the dear protagonist."