Let's try some scenarios!

Mary found herself sitting outdoors at a small cafe. She looked around warily. How did she get here? She was on some sort of waterfront and the patio was crowded with customers, waitstaff, and a guitarist in the corner strumming jazz chords.

As Mary stood, a woman brusquely pushed her aside as she walked to the trash to throw away her empty cup and leave. She noticed that the woman's wallet had fallen out of her purse. Looking down at it, she had a strange headache come over her without warning. It was... not hers? The woman had been very rude, but if she didn't return the wallet... well, that'd be a crummy thing to do. She swooped down to pick it up and followed the rude stranger.

"Miss, excuse me! I think-"

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Mary was standing on a bridge overlooking two parallel train tracks. To her dismay, a man was tied to one track and five were tied to another. She heard the whistle of an oncoming train and began to panic. She looked around and saw a lever that might control the tracks. Rather than messing with it, she decided to take action. She could jump down to the trainyard and untie the people herself.

Looking down, the drop was dizzying. She would survive it easily but she might hurt herself. Still, those people would die if she didn't. She took a moment to steady herself, then leapt.

The pain in her right ankle and knee was overwhelming when she hit the ground. She heard several loud snaps and sprawled forward, scraping her face and hands on the rough gravel. Wounded and in immense pain, she nevertheless crawled toward the man tied to the tracks. As she-

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Mary was in a crowded, dimly lit bar. She was sitting at the bar, a tumbler of liquor in her hand. She smelled it. Tequila? How did she get here? Everyone around her was engaged in boisterous conversation and the bartender was at the far end of the bar pouring several pitchers for a large group.

She was startled when the woman in the seat next to her bumped into her clumsily. She turned to see the woman struggling to right herself while a group of men laughed. The girl went to stand and nearly collapsed before one of the guys caught her.

"I don't feel good," she slurred. "I think I wanna go home..."

One of the guys slapped her ass with a laugh and she squealed in pain. They laughed and two of them took her arms and began to walk her out of the bar.

Mary's face burned at the thought of what these men were gonna do to this poor, helpless girl. She followed them out to the parking lot.

"Hey!" she yelled, and they stopped. The man in front turned around and scowled.

"What the fuck do you want?"

She swallowed nervously. She hadn't really thought this through, only acted in a fit of anger at what she guessed their intent was. "What are you gonna do with that girl?"

The woman, whose body sagged listlessly, whimpered softly. The guys holding her looked at each other nervously.

"That's none of your business," the man said menacingly. "You'd better get the fuck outta here and stop harassing strangers in parking lots. That kind of thing could be dangerous."

In desperation, she started to unbutton her top. She didn't fully realize where she was going with this until the words came out of her mouth.

"Why don't you call a cab for that girl and I can show you fellas what it's like to fuck a conscious woman for once?"

The angry scowl turned to a look of shock as the-

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Mary was ravenous. It felt like she hadn't eaten in days and she looked around to discover she was in a medium-sized grocery store. Everything on the shelves looked amazing. She was in the produce department and her eyes were drawn to the apples. Without thinking she grabbed one and tore into it, eating about a third of the apple in one juicy bite.

She was startled by a tap on her shoulder and wheeled around to see the store manager scowling at her.

"Ma'am, you can't eat the groceries until you've paid for them. Please, take that to the register and check out."

Mary realized that she didn't know where her purse was. Patting herself down, she didn't find a wallet in any of her pockets either. She replied timidly.

"I... I'm sorry, I don't think I have any money."

The manager sighed. "Then what you're doing is called theft. Please come with me."

She considered bolting but thought better of it. No matter how hungry she was, theft was wrong. She needed to face the consequences. Unless, of course, there was another form of payment...

The manager led her to the office and motioned for her to step in. She did, and as the door shut behind her she began to unbutton her shirt. He turned around and his eyes widened.

"Now, miss, there's no need- it was just an apple!"

She unclasped her bra and tossed it aside, coyly approaching the flustered middle-aged man. "Theft is theft," she told him firmly. "Debts must be paid." She wrapped her legs around-

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She was in a nondescript room with a nondescript man. He was tapping at a slate.