Ah shit, here we go again. The worst place in the world, at least for you—Starbucks. You don't really like it that much; the local granny in your neighborhood can make a better latte than this place. But since granny is busy this week, you've decided to get your morning coffee here.

You finally arrive and stand for a moment in front of the door. You lift your hand to open it, but something—no, someone—stops you.

"You, little guy, come here, now."

A lady with a deep, commanding tone calls to you from behind. When you turn around, you're immediately struck by her appearance. She's holding a Starbucks cup and wearing a tight red top that reveals most of her cleavage, with her brown nipples clearly visible through the fabric. Her black skirt is so tight that it leaves nothing to the imagination—revealing a large, semi-erect penis with a pink head and prominent veins, and testicles the size of baseballs. She completes the look with black high heels that click menacingly on the pavement.

"Hello! My eyes are up here," she says, her tone dripping with dangerous amusement. You can already feel something momentous is about to happen—whether good or bad, you can't yet tell, but you know your morning has taken an unexpected turn.