The Red Silk Skirt

When you come across a secluded mountain inn in the middle of the night, unoccupied yet steeped in old-world charm, with a smiling proprietress in a pomegranate-red dress, would you rather freeze or starve to death in the mountains than step into the beguiling trap of a thousand-year-old fox spirit straight out of a ghost story? Or would you walk in, grab the pastries and wine, gorge yourself, and then shout with satisfaction, "It's delicious!"