Black: king's knight's pawn g7>g6

"Glass of water, please," Seanna requested at the bar.

"Sure you don't want something a little stronger?" She turned and saw one of the africans had moved up next to her, and was enjoying the view of her cleavage.

"I don't really drink," Seanna replied, smiling sweetly at him. "Are you really here from Africa?"

"Yes, ever been?"

Seanna laughed. "No, but I've always wanted to. It's the cradle of humanity, the Garden of Eden!"

The african shot her a look, but realized she wasn't joking. "I'm Georgie, the equipment manager," he extended his hand to her. "You know, we're flying back to Africa tonight on our private jet with Aisling and a couple other white women. Care to join us?"

"Are you kidding?" she said, her jaw dropping. "I would love to, but I could never afford it!"

"Don't worry about money," Georgie replied smoothly. "You would be our guest."

"But I don't even have a passport!"

"Oh, don't worry about documentation," he continued. "I'm an expert at getting black men out of Africa, and white women into it." She smiled warily as he laughed uproariously. "Now, how about we have that drink?"

"Uh, okay," she relented.