A house...or a house that's pink. One that has a nice wholesome family living in it. Or a plastic kid's BULLSHIT toy life-sized lawn crap mess that ends up in your yard every time the wind blows. Or a vagina... I don't know. It's pink and looks like you could go in there... maybe have some fun. Sometimes you have to deal with the consequences of getting involved.
I was drunk and looking for a place to settle in. I woke up the next day in a Pink Playhouse with a kid staring at me from across the way. I KINDA felt bad. Pretty sure this kid had vested interest in what I woke up in.