Black: queen's pawn d7>d5

The black man strode over to Alison and her friend, smiling to each in turn.

"Drink up, ladies!" he said, gesturing at the shooters. "I think you'll like them."

Alison and her friend exchanged a look, clinked the glasses and poured the creamy liquid down their throats.

"Oh," Alison exclaimed, sputtering slightly. "It tastes a little fruity!"

The man smiled at her. "A hint of apricot," he observed, speaking in an African accent. "It's a new product from Africa, we're selling it here and in Europe. It's called Africoq."

"African... apricot... got it," Alison observed politely, though she did like the taste.

"English girl, we are having a contest tonight, called 'Her First Africoq', for which you are definitely qualified."

"What does it involve?" she asked, running her finger around the rim of the shooter and putting it to her tongue.

"Join me on stage and find out!"