It's obvious that you can't go in. Sofi's telling you not to, your gut is telling you not to, and if they talked you're sure the plastic flamingos would tell you not to, on the other hand "Mom" seems to be a fairly reasonable person.
"Are you coming in or not?" she asks you.
"I haven't decided yet." you answer honestly. She comes back and looks at you. She lights a cigarette and blows the smoke in your face. The smell, rather then being normal cigarette-smelling, has an almost enchanting smell. You feel yourself smiling stupidly, and suddenly you become aware of how much more attractive she is then you originally thought.
"Well maybe I can help you make up your mind." she says with a seductive, but mischievous smile. All thoughts of protecting yourself vanish. You are just about to form the word "Okay" when you hear a carnival barker behind you saying something that catches your attention.
"Beer! Beer! Popcorn! Peanuts! Deep-Fried...something on a stick! Beer!" the barker intones. Beer! Liquid bread! Four letters that describe many of your Saturday nights. The reason you've been able to sit through an entire episode of Jerry Springer. Indeed the very source of all of your on-line TF fiction stories. Your brain immediately snaps away from the enchanting woman in front of you to the enchanting brownish-yellowish substance being sold behind you.
Whatever spell you were under it's officially gone. Now you have a choice.