A woman clad in a black suit decorated with gold walks up to you. Personally, you find it a bit tacky, but everyone in the outdoor mall seems to be staring at her.

She looks to the cashier, then back at you. “Let me get that for you,” she says politely, handing the cashier her card.

She looks at you with a sly smile, “Would a lovely lady such as yourself mind accompanying me tonight?” She asks.

She laughs a bit to herself, noticing your stunned face, “where are my manners? My name is Ingrid.”