She arrives at your door; vision of skin and lace. Her twilight French accent makes your thoughts spin and scatter in a calm pool of erotic expectation. Her eyes meet yours, and you are transported into a rich world of fantasies, where nothing else matters, only a sensual feast, which is about to begin ... She looks through you and whispers: "Getime, Getime ..." Everything goes pretty good at this moment, so you dispense with cocktails and soon get lost in her smile ... When your eyes meet, she starts to blush. She hesitates - now or never. She wants you ... now ... Her name is NJ, and she just made you an offer you cannot refuse ...