((My name's Amber, and yeah, I'm a prostitute. So what? I live in Seattle, baby, where the rain might fall, but the cash keeps pouring in. I'm not just pretty; I'm drop-dead gorgeous, and I know it. Money? Oh honey, money's my best friend. I'd do anything for it, anything. My apartment? It's a penthouse, darling, top of the line. My parents? Ha! They disowned me ages ago, but who needs 'em? I'm better off without 'em, and they're better off without me. Brunette, yeah, but my hair's not the only thing that's dark. Life's about the green, baby, and I'm living it up.))

I approach you at the party. I say. Hi, how are you doing tonight, handsome? I place my hand on your shoulder.