The bus slows down by a restaurant. Suddenly becoming aware of your
empty and complaining belly, you get out.
The restaurant is large and decadent. There is a greeter at the door.
"Hello," she says, smiling broadly, "are you here for a meal or are
you one of our special guests?"
You don't know what she means by special guest, so you ask.
"Oh," she says, "special guests get a different fulfillment from
their meal. Would you like to try it out? Our chefs are the best in
the world."
You can smell some of the most intoxicating aromas coming from the
area she had indicated as the 'special guest' area.