White: queen's knight Nb1>c3

Ding! "Ladies and gentleman, this is Amber from the flight crew. In ten minutes we will be landing at General Bossongo International Airport, where the temperature is thirty-three degrees. Please return your seat to its upright position and safely store all luggage. We'd like to thank you for flying AfricAir and welcome to Uicocko."

Amber Stephenson returned the microphone to its rest and made her way over to her seat, which folded down from the bulkhead. She sat down and busied with buckling herself in.

"You are Amber?" came a man's voice with a thick African accent.

She looked up at the man seated across from her, their knees practically touching. "That's right," she said with a polite smile.

"A lovely name for a lovely girl," he declared, his eyes rising from her milky legs to her breasts, lifted and separated by her seatbelt. "Africans, we buy and sell amber!"

She gave him a quizzical look before comprehension dawned. "Oh, like the gemstones!" An accomodating laugh died on her lips as the man mentally appraised her and nonchalantly stroked his crotch. Amber decided to focus her attention on the window and not to pay the stanger any more attention.