Approach the Falleen Woman

You figure you there are worse ideas than chatting up a gorgeous alien woman, so you order a round of whatever she's drinking (turns out, the bartender is serving up the same thing for everyone anyway) and head over. Although, as you get closer you start having second thoughts. Even though she is alone, she gives off a palpable aura of danger that makes approaching her seem more risky than fighting the gang of thugs. She spots you about halfway across the floor, and you realize you are officially committed to this endeavor.

"Hey gorgeous. My name's Corvin. What's yours?"

There's a tense moment as the woman clearly debates the pros and cons of simply punching you in the face. She cocks her head ever so slightly, causing her long black ponytail to drift over her shoulder. Even with the scowl on her face, you can't help but think it's a sexy look. Thankfully, she apparently decides to err on the side of alchohol. She leans back, her posture shifting suddenly from aggressive to seemingly relaxed. On her leanly muscled body, even relaxed she looks like a snake ready to strike.

Strangely, that thought doesn't worry you as much as you think it should. In fact, you're feeling pretty relaxed.

"Annel"

Anal? You're pretty sure you didn't hear that right. On the other hand, after looking her over you wouldnt mind having a go. Even sitting, you could tell the tight leather pants concealed a perfect ass.

"It's n-nice to meet you," you stammer. You suddenly notice that is hot in here.

"Sit." It's a command, not a request, and it doesnt even cross your mind to deny it. You fumble to your seat,

Her black tank top was cropped short, revealing a toned stomach covered in tiny scales. You can't help but imagine what it would feel like to slide your rock hard cock across that belly and up into the waiting valley of her cleavage... wait.

Wait. Wait wait wait. This girl is hot, sure, but you might be harder than you've ever been and can't even remember when that started. She smirks at you as you try to shake your head clear, her black-painted lips quirking into an expression not unlike a predator who knows its prey is trapped.

"What's the matter big boy? Have too much to drink before coming over?"

Did you? That can't be right. The drink was so awful you barely sipped at it. A fact about Falleen is screaming away at the back of your mind, but your head is so damn foggy...

Shit. It's pheramones. Falleen can give off powerful pheramones that make them irrisistable to mates.

This probably isn't good, but at least now that you know what's happening you can try to fight it. Or you could just roll with it and see what happens. Maybe there's something to be gained from going along with her?