You were sitting at a restaurant, waiting for your blind date, sipping wine nervously and shivering. Eventually, a tall, motherly woman in a yellow tank top, pink rag around her mid length, light brunette hair and blue jeans. She looks round and sees you, skipping over carefully, her breast bouncing rhythmically with her skipping steps.

“Oh my my my! You must be my blind date. I’m Celine, I’m so happy to finally meet you. I must say, you’re way cuter in the flesh my little baby boy~ ara ara~”