A night in London...

You're on you first vacation to London, and you've already had the time of your life. The only thing you haven't done is check out the local pubs and clubs. So you walked into the first one that you came across one night and noticed that there was only a couple of people there.

There is a guy in about his mid fifties sulking into his pint.

There is a couple at a table chattering away in a booth in the corner.

You decide to stay for a drink despite the clientele. You sit at the bar and order some beer that you've never even heard of before. Halfway through it you start to feel like the night is going to be a bust.

And finally you see a gorgeous woman walk in the door. She is about 5'9" with firey-red hair in a shoulder length cut. She is wearing a short black dress that is barely containing her breasts. She also has black stockings with stiletto heels.

You are so amazed at how beautiful she is that you almost don't notice she sees you staring at her. You hurriedly go back to your beer.

She sits down next to you and asks "Do you happen to have a light?"

"Sorry I don't smoke," you reply. The bartender tosses a matchbook on the bar-top next to you. "Never mind, I guess I do."

After you light her cigarette she says,"Usually I just walk past this place cause nothing is ever happening here. I guess I got lucky this time."

"I guess you did" You manage to stammer.

"Follow me."