Gyrating wildly to the music, you miss the first approach. A hand, gently laid upon your naked shoulder holds you...but the volume of the band, the floor full of dancers, and the proximity of so many other people causes you to miss the intent of the touch. But you don't mistake the two soft hands laid on both sides of your bare mid-riff. You turn...and in the flashing lights of the dance floor, you see a smiling young woman with long brown hair, a black, skin-tight, leotard top, long black slacks, high heels and a wicked look of delight upon her face.
Had you noticed her before? Was she at the bar? Hmmm....you think as you stare into her dark eyes - What should I do now? You smile, and in smiling, confirm what she had already taken for granted...your complete cooperation. She leads you... you dance....following her. Her moves are feminine, yet unmistakably they direct you, and you go where she wants you to go. After the song, a soft command in your ear..."Follow me!".
She threads her way to the Lady's room where, upon entering, you notice two women putting on lipstick at the sink. They note the possessive demeanor of your new friend as she steers you into the room. There is still one open spot at the mirror above the sink and she whispers forcefully into your ear...."Take off that lipstick!". You look quizzically, but her no-nonsense stare tells you that you must, and strangely, you want to comply. You fit between the two girls in their mid twenties at the sink, and they perfunctorily check you out as they finish their makeup touchups. One last toss of their heads to test the hairspray and they leave together. This leaves the bathroom to you and the dark-haired stranger you've just met.
