A journalist

You return home from the grocery store, arms laden with bags, and as you're about to enter your apartment building, a woman calls out to you. "John Doe, right? The Mr. Dick winner?"

You turn to see a striking redhead with freckles across her nose and cheeks, wearing a sleek business suit that hugs her curves. She's tall, like most women in this world, and her confident stance emphasizes her powerful physique.

"Yes, that's me," you reply, shifting the grocery bags in your arms.

She approaches you, her hips swaying gently. "I'm Victoria, a reporter for the Amazonia Times. I was wondering if you'd be interested in doing an interview? Our readers would love to know more about the man behind the impressive... equipment." She smirks, her eyes briefly flicking down to your crotch.

You hesitate for a moment, then agree. After all, this could be a good opportunity to gain more control over your public image. "Sure, but not right now. I have plans for the evening."

Victoria raises an eyebrow. "Oh, really? Hot date?"

You chuckle. "Something like that. How about tomorrow afternoon? You can come by my place."

She agrees, and you exchange contact information. As she walks away, she turns back to wink at you. "Looking forward to it, John."