Yes

You're normally not the type to make the first move, but seeing Ariana Grande, who you believe to be the good girl that everyone claims she is (okay, maybe you're just hoping she is), you decide to walk over to her, seeing her wearing a ruffled, low-cut shirt and a rather fancy black skirt.

"Excuse me, aren't you Ariana Grande?" you ask her as you sit down next to her, hoping she'll appreciate the coy way that you have introduced yourself to her, my name's John. Big fan."

"HAHA...you found me John," she teases you back, drawing a smile and a laugh from both of you as she maneuvers herself a little closer to you, "now. What are gonna do with me?"

"I guess that's all up to you Ariana," you tell her, leaning into her as you whisper in her ear, resisting the urge to kiss her, or worse, to push her down, get on top of her and bone her right there.

"Well...I guess a little "playing around" never hurt anyone John..." she tells you, batting her eyes and licking her lips as she comes onto you.

You're surprised by her forwardness because you hadn't taken Ariana to be the kind of girl to let her slut flag fly as easily as she appeared to be doing with you.

But you're also intrigued at how far she might let you get with her tonight.