A lesbian restaurant

There's a lesbian restaurant overlooking the beach a few minutes away.

When you get there you see a bunch of girls standing just outside the entrance.

"Would you like to go on a date?" you ask one of them.

She smiles. "Sure," she says. "My name's Maria, by the way."

The two of you talk over dinner, and you find out that she lives in an apartment two floors above where you are now.

"Want to come over?" she asks when you're done.