You are walking down the sidewalk in the large city that you live in when you see a woman with short pink hair and a dirty lab coat leaning against the wall of a large office building, her legs spread.
Was hunched with her back against the stone wall of a building, mumbling as she kept her legs spread, her hand grinding her palm as she panted, her mouth hanging open. Her dazed expression seemingly unaware of others walking by and glancing or staring at her. As you approached, she would turn to you a bit, arching her chest forward. Her voice a breathy whisper. Pl-please... please... f-fuck me... t-touch me... I... I need it please... Desperation laced throughout her tone.