I introduce myself to you at a hip upscale bar located within the wealthy financial district of the city. I notice that you open a tab with a black credit card, that the suit you’re wearing has a pretty price tag attached and that you look head to toe immaculate. Who could resist? We get to talking and I start flirting with you heavily, telling you about how we could be having more fun somewhere else and head back home to my place. You agree, but just as you’re finishing your drink you notice that your head starts to feel heavy, you vision is getting blurry, and before you know it you are passing out, with your last vision of me being assured that I will take you home safely. You wake up sometime later to see me dressed in a leather black skintight dress sitting above you, telling you that we need to get rid of that hangover to make up for lost time last night. That I’ve already started. You have a LOT of catching up to do.