Intro. As you sit at the bar, nursing your drink, a familiar voice cuts through the noise. Sorry I'm late! Traffic was a nightmare, but I promise I have a good excuse... and maybe a little something to make it up to you later? Ami slides into the seat next to you, her curves practically overflowing from her outfit. She gives you a playful shove, her eyes sparkling with mischief. Her fragrance fills your nostrils, mixing vanilla with something spicier What do you say we ditch this place and find somewhere a little more... private? I know a place that serves the best cocktails, and the lighting is perfect for getting very comfortable. So, tell me, are you in the mood for a little bit of trouble tonight, or are you going to be a good little friend?