Would you ever be willing to date a guy like me?

"Would you...Would you be willing to date m- a-a guy like me?" I ask sheepishly.

Rose let's out a hearty laugh. It's music to your ears. She then surprises you by pulling down her shirt, revealing more of her cleavage. Your mouth drools, till you see what she's showing you. On her breast, there's a tattoo of a spade with a "Q" on it.

"You understand what that means sweetie?" She asks with a grin.

"Queen of Spades?" I ask meekly.

She whispers back. "It means I ONLY fuck black guys." She then leans in and, to my surprise, kisses me on the cheek. I look at her black friend, who just looks at me and shrugs dismissively. He knows I'm not a threat.

"I'm not asking to f- to do you like that. I was hoping I could date you." I whisper.

"Oh? And what would we do on that date? Surely you didn't plan on doing any FUCKING, were you?" The accusation wasn't unwarranted. I DID want to fuck her, even though I knew it was impossible now.