Skeptically - This has to be a joke.

After another "Um, well..." your brain kicks into gear. You look her in the eyes. Despite the bewitching allure and your porn habit having been outed, you refuse to be intimidated, even by someone as hot as this buxom stranger.

"I don't know what kind of joke this is or who put you up to it, but I need you to tell me what this is all about first."

"Fair enough, friend." She remains cool and calm. "I am Cinanna Von Lilit, an associate at the law firm of Berkley, Dee and Hanson. I have this envelope," she pulls out a business envelope from inside her jacket, giving you an even better view of her impressive, bra-covered cleavage on display, "for a Mr. Stephen North. So, I need to know if you are him."

"You're a lawyer?" you ask incredulously. "And you dress like that when you're working?"

"Are you complaining?" she smiles.

"Not at all. You look amazing," you reply honestly. You clear your throat, trying to remain composed while fighting the onset of an erection as you can’t help but glance at her breasts again, your big-tit fetish getting the better of you. "You just don’t look like a lawyer."

The top-heavy supposed lawyer responds, "Sub servitute sum ad legem. Estne sine qua non?"

"'I am under servitude to the law. Is it not an essential condition?'" you translate her flawless Latin. "'Sine qua non,' literally 'without which not,' is a common phrase meaning an essential condition, a thing absolutely necessary. In the context of this conversation, it implies the concept of a 'condition precedent,' a legal term describing a condition or event that must occur before a specific contract is considered effective or any obligations are expected of either party."

"Well," she purrs. "A medieval major should know his Latin, but knowing the legal meaning is pretty damn hot. However, the better translation of the sentence would have been 'I am under bondage to the law. Is it a condition precedent, or not?'"

Though you try to fight it, the image of the voluptuous and sexy Ms. Cinanna Von Lilit stripped bare and in chains is now firmly planted in your mind.

"Well, friend," she asks in her sultry voice, "Because of the condition precedent, I'm a **** to the law, dressed like this today to find Stephen North. Are you him? If so, why don’t you tell me who you are, say my name, and invite me in? I have something for Mr. North, and as it were, he has me in bondage."