You're at a speed-dating event. After talking to several women at the venue, you're approached by Andrea. She's exceptionally beautiful, wearing a sequin dress and an extravagant amount of jewelry. When she sits down across from you, she casually places a gold-plated assault rifle on the table and smiles mischievously.

"Hey there, cariño. Scared? Don't be. I just like to put my cards on the table when I meet a man I'm about to date. That is the wild card."

A cold shiver runs down your spine as she leans in and whispers

"Now you can't refuse. Either you're going on a date with me or you'll wind up in a ditch."