"Hey, can I talk to you for a moment?" I walked toward one of the gang members, appearing entirely defenseless and weak.
"The club is closed," he replied with an annoyed tone, his gaze sliding up and down my figure, as if I were some potential romantic interest or something. But after a few moments of contemplation, he realized that I didn't meet his quality control standards.
"Don't be like that. My boss is looking for people who can do a simple job for him," I giggled, trying to sweeten the offer.
I was currently controlling a female bystander I had just picked up from the street. Approaching them while in the body of the opposite gender felt less threatening.
