Stavanger Bay the world it softly lulls

Quite confident that she was safe, Wilson took the liberty of sitting across from the strange rougette. With a flashy grin and a slight puff of her chest, the young girl began her routine tangent; I'm not really on my way anywhere. I think that limiting yourself to one destination when there is an entire world to be explored is selfish and counterproductive. As of right now, this is the only stop that I'm sure I'll make.

Realizing that her confident nature might not have been as well recieved as she hoped, Wilson allowed herself to fold in a bit while she continued to intrude. What's this place called? It's really nice, I think.