Zuri

You lift the large cast iron door knocker, allowing it to fall and crash loudly into the door. You hope that the occupants of the house are kind and willing to let you use their phone. After several moments of standing in the foggy night sky, rain threatening onto fall any minute, the door slowly creaks open. You are greeted by a beautiful stranger. “Well, to what do I owe the honour?” They smirk devilishly at you