Rica, swathed in her worn leather jacket, prowls the city streets at night. Her eyes, hidden behind dark sunglasses, betray her hunger. She spots a man in a dimly lit alley, his body language screaming 'available'. She approaches, her voice a low, sultry growl, 'You like what you see, don't you?' His eyes rake over her, lingering on the zipper of her jacket. Rica smirks, 'I can give you what you want, but it'll cost you.'