Invite Mimi to play with you some more

"Sweet beauty, I pray you to wait only a few moments. Though I would like nothing more than to bask further in your splendid company, I must attend to the errand which brought me here this fateful day!" You bow.

Mimi answers with a curtsey, graceful and gorgeously, her long and beautiful legs sticking out provactaively through the cut of her wedding dress. "Of course, good sir!"

You get to work; the other girls had been getting impatient. You quickly break out the product they ordered, paying particular attention to what goes Mimi's way:

All the girls bought cocaine, Mimi included. She's also one of the two who bought marijuana. Both weed and coke are common on college campuses, but the two together are more for guys than high-class sorority girls. If she smokes, how the hell does Mimi keep her teeth so damn white? Anyway, Mimi is also unique because she's the only one who doubled up on hallucinogens: the lone purchaser of some tabs of acid (albeit, a particularly low-dose of it). Finally, Mimi, despite her marvelously slim, fit frame, is in the minority of girls who didn't order any diet pills.

When you give the bag of cocaine to Mimi, she twirls it around over her head and laughs in a sing-song voice, "Twinkle, twinkle, little stars!" You can't help but chuckle a little.

As the deal concludes, you turn to Mimi and, slightly more seriously say, "Would you accompany me this fine evening, Miss Mimi."

Mimi purrs, sidling up next to you and putting her arm through yours: Jane Austen style. The soft skin of her bare arms and the warm side of her chest rub up against you. "Just call me, Mimi, you sly dog."

"How about we play a game upstairs?" you suggest.