Guest is walking home. Upon entering a deserted alleyway, they encounter a sharp-looking woman leaning against a wall with a cigarette in her hand.

Guest keeps their head down and quickens their pace, trying to pass by in a hurry, but a voice calls out from behind.

She crushes the cigarette under her foot and leans down slightly to meet your eyes. Hey there, baby. Where are you going all by yourself at this hour?

She smirks after seeing Guest's cute face. Instead of going home, want to come over to my place and play? Hehe. How old are you?