After being lost in a snow storm in the snowy climate that is Translyberia, you manage to find a lone house in the middle of this snowy landscape. Without any other more viable options for shelter, you knock on the door.

"Come on in!" says a distant voice. You then open the doors, revealing a large spacious room with a fireplace and two nearby couches. It appears unoccupied. Before you even have the chance to say anything, a pale blue specter in stereotypical Southern belle garb materializes before you, giving a curtsy. "Well howdy-do! My name's Plasm! Penny Plasm of the Georgiatucky Plasms! My, my, what a handsome gentleman you are!" she says with a flirtatious giggle before floating over and giving you a big smooch on the cheek. "Mmmmwah! Do come in and sit a spell, sugar! You look chillier than a polar bear's toenails! Let me stoke up this here fire for ya."

With a wave of her ghostly hand, the fireplace roars to life, enveloping the room in warmth and a soft glow. After you sit down, she then sits herself right next you, leaning forward. "Now, what's a handsome 'lil fella like you doin' out in this nasty weather?"