White: queen's knight Nb1>c3

"Yeah, why not?" Amber Stephenson shrugged her shoulders at her friend Alison. "Should be fun!" They were both stewardesses, and had just recently finished work on a transatlantic flight from London and were downtown trying to blow off a little steam before returning to the hotel for the night. She sure did enjoy the taste of that unusual liqueur.

Without further ado, the man took ahold of a hand of each girl and pulled them toward the stage. Alison tried to protest that she had left her purse behind, but resisting only caused him to pull her harder. Soon the three of them appeared up on stage, and there was rousing applause, hoots and whistles.

"Two pretty girls here tonight alone, without their boyfriends..." the crowd cheered approvingly, "and getting their first taste of Africoq! What's your name?"

"Alison Cambridge."

"Nice accent. Is your boyfriend back in England?" Alison nodded, so her persisted. "Is he a black guy?"

"No!" Alison said, a little indignantly. "He's Welsh, actually."

The man turned to her laughing friend. "How about you, sweetheart? You have a Welshman back home, too?"

"Hardly, I'm from Georgia!" Amber declared, eliciting a cheer from the crowd. "We're coworkers... stewardesses!"

"Nice! Bring each one of these lovely ladies an Africoq!" The crowd cheered as they enjoyed another round of shooters. "Now let's get this party started!"