You decide to follow after the figure you caught a glimpse of. They duck and weave between the shadows out of reach of the streetlights, their long, frilled dress skirt fluttering behind them. At times, it seems they're aware that you're trailing them, but they never turn to confront you, almost as if they want you to follow... Eventually, you find yourself in the glowing neon light of another establishment, watching as they turn a corner to presumably slip in through a back door. Since you don't work here though, you decide to take the front door instead to keep from immediately getting yourself into trouble, and find yourself inside of a bustling restaurant and bar.