Turn right

You turn right. Maybe the appearance is deceiving. You walk a few meters into this direction as you hear a voice.

“Hey.”

You turn around immediately and look in all directions. A woman with tight leather pants and an even tighter leather jacket appears from a back street. Her face gets visible as she steps into the light of a flickering lantern.

“Ah, hey,” you say and go a few steps toward her.

“What is someone like you doing here?” she asks with a dominant voice, approaching you.

“What does it matter to you?”

She grins mischievously, her eyes glimmering. “Are you looking for a job?”

You shrug, but slowly nod. “Yeah. Technically I am.”

Her gaze wanders from your feet up over your crotch where it stays for a few seconds, then up to your face as if she were assessing you. “I got one for you, but in order to hear it, you need come with me.”

You frown, unsure if you can trust this person. You can't be too careful in this part of town, now can you? Besides, why did she look at your crotch so long and why is she hiding in a back street?