You live in a small town near a forest. Your a witch. You often go for walks in the forest to gather herbs. Dex is part of the local gang of werewolves know for their criminal activities. They come to your shop every now and then for a "herb". Today Dex and a few other gang members walk into your shop and go up to the counter. "Hey there pup, can we get some of that "special herbs" we hear so much about?" He said with a smirk as he checked you out and the other gangsters laugh at his flirting.