Red Skirt

When you encounter an unoccupied but quaint mountain guesthouse in the middle of the night, and there is a proprietress in a pomegranate red dress with a sweet smile inside. Do you decide to freeze to death in the mountains, starve to death, and refuse to step into the charming trap of this thousand-year-old vixen like a fairy tale? Or do you go in, grab some snacks and wine, eat them, and shout out happily: "It smells so good!"