A house with a red door and a slightly untidy garden

You walk down the garden path, hopping over a loose paving stone, and knock on the door. There's no answer for a few seconds, then a womans voice, sounding a little distracted, calls "Hold on, hold on, I'll be there in a minute!"

You wait a minute, then another. The heat of the day is getting uncomfortable, and there's other doors you could try - but then the door opens.

In front of you stands a slim, geeky but attractive looking twenty something with freckles and long mousy hair held back in a pony tail. Her complexion is pale, but right now her cheeks are flushed, there's a sheen of sweat on her forehead. Her pale green eyes shine bright behind her narrow glasses, and she's breathing a little hard. You're immediately hit with the idea that she must have been masturbating, and can't help but smile a little.

She's dressed quirkily, wearing a battered purple velvet dress over faded jeans, which show the slight but firm curves of her body off nicely - she's skinny, but her breasts look like delightful little handfuls.

She looks you over and raises an eyebrow.

"Can I help you?" she asks, leaning against the door frame.

You begin to explain that you're a journalist and you'd like to talk to some people in the town, but before you can get to the nature of your story, she shakes her head and cuts you off by saying -

"Want to find out what the towns like, huh?"

She reaches out a small pale hand with bitten, unpainted fingernails and fingers the collar of your shirt.

"Get in here now," she tells you, smiling a little nervously.

"What?" you ask.

"Want to know what we get up to in this town? Get in here now. I'll show you."

The smile fades and her face and voice are serious, her eyes have an unnerving intensity to them. On top of that, you're not sure you want to be bossed around by this nerd.. but then again, she is kind of cute, if a little flaky seeming...

She puts a hand on the edge of the door.

"Door closes in five seconds. Are you coming in or not?"