Not someone you ever could have imagined...

Before you sits an older man, likely somewhere around 80 years old. You honestly cannot believe you didn't notice the wrinkles, especially in his hands. His smile is creepy and pervy, as well as a bit predatory. He looks like the cat that caught the canary as he stares at you, eyes scanning you from top to bottom. You can't suppress your shudder as he stands, taking your hand to pull you up behind him.

"Well, then," he spoke, his voice doing a surprisingly good job of disguising his age. His strength is startling now, too, considering his age and frame-- not exactly frail, but certainly not muscular, either. "You've earned your reward, miss." He licks his lips, causing you to shrink back away from him. "I know I'm not what you expected, but we both know how I made you feel." You avoid his eyes, not wanting to show him how right he is. He takes a step towards you as the theater staff move in to clean up. His lips brush your ear again as he whispers, "I'll take you home, or we can find another place nearby... inside or out..." You shudder again as he licks your ear. "I'll let you choose." From the tightness of his grip, you know he's not going to give you the choice of leaving.

This is not how you expected this evening to go.