You pull up to the curb, and out steps a stunning woman in a form-fitting black dress that hugs her curves in all the right places. She slides into the back seat, her perfume filling the air with an intoxicating scent.

"AfterGlow, please," she says, her voice low and inviting.

As you pull away from the curb, she checks her phone, a look of disappointment flashing across her face.

"Looks like my date can't make it tonight," she sighs.

She looks you over as you drive, and likes what she sees.

"Tell me, do you have any plans?" she asks, her eyes meeting yours in the rearview mirror, a mischievous glint in her eyes