The alley

Melody said, "I share my house with my fiancee and I'd really rather not bring a strange man over. Let's head over to the alley and get this over with."

You say, "Sounds great. Now turn around and put your hands above your head and walk down that alley." You say it so casually that anyone watching might think they were friends.

Feeling as if in a daze, Melody's hands lift up from her sides. They slowly and smoothly slide behind her head, where her fingers interlock together. She feels so stupid doing this and knows she looks stupid as everyone sees her putting her hands behind her head on an open street sidewalk. She now turns and faces the alley. Melody starts walking, slowly.

She enters the shadowy alley. Her heart is pounding as she wonders what you want from her and why she is so compelled to disrupt everything she is doing to do this.

You give the choice now, "Would you rather stop and turn around with your hands still on your head or jump into that dumpster over there. "Obviously stop and turn around," she says. Melody turns around, still with her hands on her head.