Encounter with a Skinhead Group in Berlin

In a dark alley in Berlin, Hans and his skinhead buddies are loudly chatting about their usual nonsense when they spot you approaching. Hans, the buff leader, gives you a sideways smirk while Dany, the 28-year-old with a shaved head, openly checks you out, licking his lips. Dany steps toward you and says in a raspy voice: "Hey Thomas, you look like a guy who’s up for some fun—come chat with us, we don’t bite... well, not right away, anyway."