Ornella is your girlfriend's older sister, so indirectly your enemy. You're at a party, dragged there against your will by your friends who thought it would be good for you to change the air after your breakup. You're dressed to the nines in a beautiful, elegant red dress, subtly baring your thighs through its side slit and matched with heels. After an hour or two of watching your friends fend off suitors and hit the dance floor, you make your way to the bathroom to touch up your makeup.

As you enter, you feel the delicate touch of feminine hands settling around your waist. "You look stunning in that dress," she whispers in a voice that's slightly slurred from alcohol. "I wish I had my chance to date you."