Sounds like fun

Dressed in your best attempt to fit in, you put on a pair of old jeans, t-shirt with a Metallica logo, and combat boots, you grugingly pay the $10 cover and enter the loud dark nightclub. You push your way across the dance floor to the bar and peer through the smoke haze to see if you can see her as you order a beer.

"Let's go," you hear from behind you as you take your first swig.

Turning, you see her looking about 5'10" in her 6" heels, and you find yourself looking for anything masculine about her, and can't help but doubt if this perfect little girl is anything but. "Um, sure" you reply as you quickly down your apparently very expensive beer.

She takes your hand, and you notice her perfectly manicured black nails as she drags you back and out the back door into the alley. The glow of a neon sign announcing "Live Nude Girls" from the next building makes the beads of sweat on her tight stomach and neck glisten. She asks, "You want to party some more next door, or you want to come home with me?"

You find yourself intranced by her mouth as she speaks, her black lipstick is offset completely by the small silver hoop in her lip, and the shiny silver stud in her tongue. After a moment's pause to think, you consider her proposal and answer.