An old friend of yours

It's... what's-her-name, the only other catgirl from your highschool? Susan. Right, right.

Susan: "Sophie! Hiya, haven't seen you in ages."

Sophie: "Yo, Susan. Nice to see you."

Susan: "Hey you look terrific! I thought all those magazine covers were just photoshop, but you is a fine piece of work, lady."

Sophie: "Thanks! So, you know about my modeling work and all that... What've you been up to, then?"

Susan: "Nothing much. I work in real estate. Been lookin' to get married real soon. Oh, that reminds me! Have you got anybody down?"

Sophie: *sigh* "No."

Susan: "No!? Girl, get outta here with that... You? The walking gay conversion therapy?"

Sophie: "Well that's sort of the thing. Everyone thinks I'm too hot, so they don't even think to ask."

Susan: "Alright. Alright, this is what we're gonna do tonight, we're getting you a man tonight! A real hot-butted stud before the clock strikes midnight. You in for this?"

You're a bit flustered, to be honest. If you haven't scored a date in three years, how are you supposed to luck out tonight, in like... five hours?

Sophie: "I- I guess I'm in. But... I'm not sure how your presence is going to help me today. I'll just end up as a wall rose like any other day."

Susan: "Sophie, you are impossible! Don't tell me that all this time you've just been sitting on your gorgeous ass and waiting for people to talk to you? Don't you dare tell me that."

Sophie: "That's what I'm telling you!"

Susan grabs your shoulders to shake you a little.

Susan: "YOU. ARE. IMPOSSIBLE! Omigosh Sophie, you realize that you could literally ask out any man you ever wanted, and they'd say yes?"

Sophie: "Well, I'm eh, not sure about that."

Susan points at a young man sitting at a table nearby. He's handsome and youthful, real boyfriend material if they ask you.

Susan: "Ask that guy out."

Sophie: "Wha-"

Susan: "Ask him out you dolt! I'll bet you a hundred dollars that he'll say yes."

Sophie: "I-I... Alright, I guess. Geez."

You walk up to the man, sitting alone on a bench fashioned out of a halved log.

Sophie: "Hi."

Guy: "Uh... H-hi."

Sophie: "Would you like to go out with me?"

The guy looks you up and down for a moment. Obviously he's not used to women being so forward with him, and especially not bombshells like you.

Guy: "Y-yeah. Sure! I mean, do you wanna get a drink first or..."

Susan: "I TOLD YOU! LITERALLY ANY MAN."

Guy: "Whoa, what?"

Susan: "Sorry about this. I just bet my friend here that if she asked you out you'd say yes. No hard feelings, right?"

Guy: "Aww man, s'alright. I got actually kinda regretted saying yes, since I gotta wife and three kids..."

Your eyes fly open. This man was risking his probably 3+ years of marriage to get with you. And he didn't even get to know you first. This opens up whole new possibilities. You're more than happy to pay Susan the 100 dollar wager, it feels to you like you've just attained cheat codes at dating.

Susan: "Now don't think I'll be letting you off the hook just yet. Imma stick by until that booty of yours gets the treatment it deserves."

Sophie: "Alright, but I'm pulling the strings now."

Susan: "Remember: you're in total control here. Nobody is off limits to you. (Not even most of the women)."

Good god, you suddenly feel powerful. It's a different kind of power than just showing off physically. I mean it's very similar in nature, but it really serves to underline your charm.

This in mind, you take your pick of the bar patrons.