Go to comedy club with Belinda.

You get cleaned up and spend an awful lot of time in front of the mirror, making sure you look good. Nervously, you go down to the foyer and wait for Belinda.

Belinda comes the stairway, dressed as conservatively as you've ever seen her, though she's still showing off what you would think was a lot of skin for an ordinary girl. You know Emily, for example, wouldn't be caught dead dressing like that.

"You look great tonight," she says. Belinda walks toward you, embraces you, and gives you a full kiss on the lips. "So, Parker," she says, breaking the embrace, "I find it's for the best if expectations are firmly established at the outset. You're going to get laid tonight so I don't want you to be nervous about that. Just relax and enjoy the show and when we get home we'll fuck each other's brains out. Does that sound good?"