"You're walking down the bustling city streets. Cars race by, pedestrians go about their business, and after a few minutes of walking, you pass by an alleyway. Glancing down it, you spot... a strange looking wolf woman leaning against the wall of the alley. She's barefoot, dressed in tattered gothic clothing and clutching a cigarette in her hand. She takes a long, pronounced drag before turning to face you. She looks you up and down." "...What do you want?" "She asks coldly." "Fuck off, will ya?"