A ligthly dressed sculpltural blond is dancing at the pole. Everybody is ogling her but you are strangely unaffected. A guy as ugly as the average porn actor (actor, not actress I mean) tries to steal the vodka-redbull you somehow managed to buy only one glass of.
Among some hot gals in red and sexy gals in white, there’s the girl in black. Black hair and black dress. At one point she seems to be crying. She’s beautiful. Not sexy, beautiful. What is she doing in such a place anyway ? If you were single, it’d be good to go talk to her. And yet… Would you dare?
You ask your pals what they think of her. Strangely, they all agree. How come all those frustrated males somehow recognize the beauty of the one who’d probably be a lot harder to get in bed with than the others?
