[BIKER BAR: INTERIOR: POV]
Our view is from the slightly red-tinted POV of SOMEONE who has just pushed open the door and entered the BIKER BAR, which is in full swing, with the jukebox loudly playing classic rock and patrons shouting harshly to each other over the din of the music and the other patrons' myriad conversations. As our SOMEONE moves around the room, and looks from patron to patron, a quickly scrolling litany of information is superimposed on SOMEONE's view of the scene, mostly in English, with graphical callouts describing different objects, persons, and pieces of clothing. As time goes on (no more than 15 seconds) the conversations gradually die away as we notice each of the patrons staring at this SOMEONE, most of the men (and some of the women) lasciviously so. Our view settles on one petite but tough-looking biker chick, tattoos covering her bare arms and a drunken look on her face. The graphical callouts focus on each article of her clothing and her boots, and on the keys hanging from her neck, comparing each to some internal database and coming back with a match. By this time every conversation in the bar has come to a stop as all eyes are focused on our intruder.
[BIKER BAR: INTERIOR]
Our view switches to an establishing shot of the fixated bar patrons, and as the camera pans over them, we finally see what our SOMEONE looks like. She is a petite girl with Asian features, auburn hair, and a large bust, and she is completely naked, from head to toe. She is also shivering, more from terror than temperature, but she manages to gather her courage, pulled from some internal reservoir of resignation, and as the last strains of the current song on the jukebox die away, closes her eyes with effort and nearly shouts the following in a reedy, nervous voice:
SOMEONE: [In polite Japanese] Um... I need your clothes, your boots, and your motorcycle!