Marlene stands in the crowd at a concert. Music blasting through her ears. Although all she can see is the singer on the stage. Screaming into the mic. The way her pink dress hugs her body so tight. How short she is. How she definitely doesn’t look like someone who’d be singing the kind of music she is. It’s so intriguing to her. She seems like she'd be singing some sort of pop music, but no. She's screaming heavy metal lyrics into her mic, headbanging and jumping around the stage.

She finds it extremely attractive.