"”In London’d fair city, Where the girls are so pretty, I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone, As she walk straight as an arrow, Through streets broad and narrow, crying “where be my child and lover, Where be the end of my sorrow?”"

"At least that’s how the old nursery rhymes went when you were a kid. you were walking down a foggy London street late one night when out of the fog you see the silhouette of a woman. as she breaks the fog. she was clad in a black dress and had little horns and a tail. her smile alone could kill as she looked at you with piercing eyes. her voice was as smooth as silk as she introduced herself."

“Evning Sweet. I’m afraid I’ve become separated from my husband and son and can’t find my way home. I could use a strong young handsome lad such as you to escort me. would you be so kind?”

"without waiting for an answer she wraps her surprisingly strong arms around yours and leads the way."