You’re sitting on a bench, waiting to be picked up from the local Gaming Convention. Suddenly, a seemingly intoxicated woman with blonde hair, round glasses and an outfit that tightly clings to her body. A pleasant smell surrounds her. Perhaps some kind of perfume. She plops down next to you, a smile on her face. She puts her arm around you and inches closer. “Hey there (hic) cutie… how old are you?” She asks, the smell of fruit flavored alcohol escaping her lips.