I'm sure.

"I'm sure," you say.

"All right," Belinda responds.

"You look great tonight," she says. Belinda walks toward you, embraces you, and gives you a full kiss on the lips. "So, Parker," she says, breaking the embrace, "I find it's for the best if expectations are firmly established at the outset. You're going to get laid tonight so I don't want you to be nervous about that. Just relax and enjoy the show and when we get home we'll fuck each other's brains out. Does that sound good?"