Agreeably - Why not.

"Yeah, I'm Garret." You answer, playing along. Though this is probably some business pitch or practical joke, the sight of the curves on this woman is a worthy distraction, besides, it's been a long week, and you could use some amusement. "Come on in." You open the door and nod inward.

"My name is Cin Von Lilit." She smiles, though she remains in your doorway.

"Damn, that is a name." You laugh. "Well, come on in, Sin."

"Are you laughing at my first or last name?" She asks with a playful tone but still waits in the doorway.

"Both," you reply bluntly. "Sin certainly fits what you're showing and the thoughts going through my mind, and Von Lilit sounds like something out of a Frankenstein movie. Either way, if you want to talk with me, then come on in, Sin Von Lilit."

"Oh, Cin is just fine." She gives a devilish grin at your last invitation and walks into your low-end studio apartment that you call home.

"You want something to drink?" You ask as you walk over to your fridge. "I've got beer, milk, orange juice, and maybe some whiskey I have stashed around here someplace."

"Beer will be fine," she answers as she looks around your apartment, which consists of a bed, computer table, lounge chair, a bookshelf, weights, and a heavy bag.

"Not much for decorations, I see," she comments on your complete lack of decor.

"Got that from prison," you reply.

"At least it's clean," she adds.

"Got that from the Corps."

Cin walks over to the table you have near your lounge chair and starts to flip through the magazines you have nearby. "Popular Mechanics" from October 1941, "Guns & Ammo" from April 1960, "Field and Stream" from February 1922, "Flying" from February 1949, and a "Playboy" from December 1968."

Heading towards Cin with her beer, you enjoy admiring her backside in those tight jeans as she leans over your table, going through your magazines. "Sorry, it's only Budweiser, budget's tight," you explain as you twist off the bottle cap and hand her the bottle.

"You like the retro stuff, I see," the buxom white-haired woman states as she takes the beer from you and then inquires, "I didn't know you were a pilot?"

"I'm not," you explain. "There's an article about the Revolt of the Admirals that interested me."

"And the Playboy?" Cin asks with a leading voice as she takes a sip of her beer.

"I like big tits," you simply state.

"Is that why your bookmark is on the article about Eldridge Cleaver and not the playmate with the F-cup breasts?" She quips back.

"Don't need a bookmark for the centerfold," you answer.

"Should I get down to business?" Cin asks without missing a beat, "Or should we continue with the foreplay?"