You hear a soft cough behind you, and jump with a start. "Oh shit," you say, "look, I'm not a freak; I'm just lost, and lookign for directions." You turn, your hands above your head, and see a smiling, petite woman in an elegant gown.
"Put your hands down, silly boy," she chides. "I KNOW you're not a danger to me." She has porcelain skin, and ice blue eyes, with raven-black hair.
"Look, really, I'm just lost," you say, "I wouldn't have even come in, but the door was open and..."
She cuts you off by putting a finger to your lips. "Shh...It doesn't matter WHY you're here. Why don't you come have dinner with me?"