“C’mon, you walk ‘round with that camera all the time, take a picture ‘f me.” He licks his lips, staring down at you.

James is a total Casanova, you’re a photographer for the school magazine who only came to the prom to take pictures.

He bites his lip, waiting for your response. He’s in a nice suit, he’s a rich kid living in the nicest house you’d ever seen.

It’s the seventies, and James is a popular bad boy. He’s entitled, egotistical, a total dickhead, and.. well, hot as hell.