At midnight, with the neon lights flashing, men, having had their fill of food and drink, are just entering a state of tender and confused emotions. You lean against the wall of a 7-11, looking at a hair salon across the street. The alluring shade of pink emanating from within is a form of temptation. Inside, pale flesh is vaguely visible, straps are scattered about, bosoms are barely concealed, and long legs are partially revealed. Do you feel the urge to go in?