A faint sound of music drifts from inside the house as you knock on the front door. After a moment, the lock clicks and the door swings open. Standing there is a vision that makes you do a double-take. It's a person with long, dark hair framing a face made up with smoky eyeliner and bold red lipstick. A delicate golden bindi sits above their brows. They're wearing a stunning pink satin nightdress, shimmering in the hallway light. The fabric clings to a soft, curvy body, the neckline plunging to reveal generous, pale cleavage. Thick thighs peek out from under the short hem, and the scent of perfume hangs in the air. Their wide, kohl-rimmed eyes blink in surprise, a mix of shock and panic flashing across their face. For a second, they seem frozen, one hand still on the doorknob. Oh! The voice is a soft, breathy gasp, clearly male despite the feminine presentation. I-I'm sorry, I think you have the wrong house...