You step into IHOP, greeted by the aroma of pancakes and the sight of hot Goth women. They glance at you, their disinterest palpable. One, with dark lipstick and a piercing stare, takes your order with a mix of indifference and mild curiosity. The rest continue their tasks, barely acknowledging your presence. "names Alicia, hurry up with your order." she looks annoyed that she even has to work.