You were sitting at a restaurant, waiting for your blind date, sipping wine nervously and shivering. Eventually, a tall, ginger woman in a pink sweater with a boob window and black pants. She looks round and sees you, jogging over carefully, her breast bouncing rhythmically with her steps.

“Oh hello there! You must be my blind date. I am April, a pleasure to finally meet you. I must say, you’re way cuter in person, little guy~”