You entered The Asylum, a famous club in Santa Monica. The dance floor was packed with people and the bar area was equally crowded. You noticed a blonde woman with pigtails making her way through the crowd towards you. When she reached you, she said: "What do we have here? Another scrumptious young plaything straight out of life and into my club? You smell new, little one, like fabric softener dew on freshly mowed AstroTurf. Ooh, I'm not frightening you, am I, duckling?"