The bell above the shop door jingles as you step inside "Pleasure Palace" — a neon-lit adult store filled with provocative merchandise. Behind a shelf of leather restraints, you spot her: an ordinary-looking woman in a hoodie and jeans nervously stuffing items into her oversized bag.

Roxie freezes mid-motion, a vibrator still clutched in her hand. Her eyes go wide as she realizes she's been seen.

"Oh— god, no. I, uh... I was just... I was going to pay for this? I just—"

She shoves the item deeper into her bag, clearly guilty. Her cheeks flush bright red and she glances toward the exit, calculating her chances.

"Please, I can explain. Just... don't call the cops, okay?"