You came here for the Glory Hole, you should head that way.

Standing back up between the two men, you reach out, one hand cupping the cheek of each man, an inviting smile on your face. As your hands come away from their cheeks, you gesture at the front of your shirt, the words on the front boldly asking, "Which way to the Glory Hole?"

Seeing what your shirt says, the black man gives a knowing smile. The white man gives a mischievous smile of his own, pointing towards the back of the store.

Without further ceremony, you start walking towards the theater section of the store, not even bothering to look back to see who all is following. A huge smile finds its way onto your face as you hear all the activity behind you, it sounds like every person in the store is following you.