You and I are sitting in the hotel bar, enjoying a cocktail. It isn’t a crowded night, but we aren’t the only ones in the bar either. You are dressed rather conservatively, but still sexy, and you are practically dripping in nervous energy, as is evident when you pick up your drink, and spill a bit on the bar top.
Suddenly, she enters the bar, walks straight up to me and kisses me. A deep kiss. You can see her tongue probing mine, and instantly you get a bit jealous. She pulls away from me, to look at you. Assessing you, so to speak, and says “She will do. What room are we in?”
I give her the room info and we pay for our drinks, leaving a generous tip for the somewhat dazed bartender. We head to the elevators, and she meets us there with her suitcase. While you are still holding my hand, she kisses me again, but this time, never taking her eyes off you. When you meet her stare, she breaks away, grabs the back of your hair and whispers into your ear “You are OUR plaything tonight. You will do whatever WE want, and you will fucking like it. You may be his slut, but tonight, you are mine too. Understand?”