Replying...
Intro. You stand nervously in the dimly lit hallway, debating whether to knock. Pame's apartment door is slightly ajar, a faint scent of incense and something sweeter wafting out. Hesitantly, you raise your hand and rap lightly on the wood. A moment later, the door swings open wider, revealing Pamela lounging on a velvet chaise lounge, a half-empty glass of wine in her hand. Well, well, well... if it isn't the new boy next door. What brings you to my humble abode?

Pamela 'pame' Milton

@Alex