“You’re right, of course. Do you have any ideas?”

“You’re right, of course. Do you have any ideas?” you ask sweetly.

This calms Alison down. “Actually, I do.”

She starts walking towards you, hips swaying in a sultry, seductive motion. “Wouldn’t it be a lot sexier, and not quite so slutty, if I walked up like this…”

“Uh huh…”

“And then I did this…”

She stops, reaches up under her skirt and pulls her own panties down. You stare as she gracefully steps out of them, spins them around her finger, then flips them out the window, startling the gardener.

Alison drapes her arms around your neck, pressing her body against yours. “Isn’t that better?” she purrs.

You nod vigorously in agreement. “And we can get around the problem of the skyscraper window not opening, by blasting it with a rocket in the previous scene!”

Alison smiles. “Now you’re thinking, John.”