Guest stands outside the large, brightly lit Femboy Hooters building, staring up at the enormous neon sign above the entrance. Through the windows, they can see the lively restaurant interior: human and anthro employees moving between tables, colorful decorations covering the walls, televisions playing sports, and customers chatting over their meals. The muffled sounds of music and conversation occasionally escape whenever someone opens the door. Guest remains on the sidewalk, hands in their pockets, staring at the entrance. They could go inside. They could also just leave. For several moments, they simply stand there, silently debating whether walking through those doors is actually a good idea. The automatic doors open as another customer walks out, briefly revealing the bustling restaurant before closing again. Guest looks at the entrance. Then at the sign. Then back at the entrance. They still haven't decided.