Black: King’s Pawn e6>e5

Carlo the ticket thief sat smugly in the back corner of a coffee shop. He had a pair of shades on to conceal his eyes as he gawked at the pretty white women who sipped leisurely at their mocha lattes, macchiatos, frappuccinos, and other Italian-sounding words that carried equal levels of non-meaning to his ears. There was a cute, but mousy glasses-wearing professional type with dark brown hair seated at the table near him and in the opposite corner, there was a woman who was as beautiful as she was mysterious. She donned a stylish fully-buttoned light tan long coat, black stockings, a pair of reddish-brown leather ankle boots, chic black sunglasses that are just big enough to completely obscure her eyes, and an elegant oversized white sunhat from which her platinum blonde hair flowed in majestic waves. The mystery woman had an air of unapproachability to her that intimidated Carlo, though he has proven himself to be brave through the liberties he took with Emma.

Speaking of which, the blonde English beauty stepped into the coffee shop and walked to Carlo’s table, not even trying to maintain any kind of a pretense at being there to order coffee or snacks. Emma had on a short black skirt, black low-heel pumps, and the same kind of white blouse from earlier. As she approached Carlo, he pulled out his cell phone and pulled up a picture of her topless from the webcam and held it up so that both Emma and her topless past self were in his sight simultaneously. He felt powerful, having humbled this beautiful girl. Emma sat down, rested her arms on the table, leaned in, and plead for getting the tickets back.

“I put on the show you requested, you even got a bonus courtesy of my mate. Can I please have the tickets back?” Emma asked.

“Not yet”, Carlo said with a smug smirk, “especially now that I know for sure that you an’ your daddy are racist.”

“Caitlyn was just talking some rubbish,” Emma responded, hurriedly.

“Didn’t seem like rubbish to me the way you up an’ scurried outta there. Seemed like you wanted to sweep it under da rug. Seemed like you know you got a whole lot to make up to me.”

“No, I had other reasons…” Emma strained hard to think what those reasons could be.

“What, did ya miss me that much?” Carlo asked while making a gesture with his fingers designed to imitate how he had stroked her clit and pussy in their first encounter.

Emma’s pale cheeks turned red. “Just tell me what I have to do. Please.”

“First things first, did ya come as I asked?”

“I’m here, aren’t I?”

“Dat isn’t what I mean. I mean did ya’ come wit’ your undies off.”

“You should take a look and find out”, Emma taunted.

(Link to board: https://lichess.org/editor/rnb1kbnr/pp1p2pp/2p5/P2qpp2/3P1B2/4PN2/1P3PPP/RN1QKB1R_wKQkq-_0_1?color=white))