You stand in front of the gruff looking man as he goes into a defensive stance, ready for what’s about to happen.

You strut up to him, confident in your fighting, while he keeps a cold expression. You finally begin your physical quarrel and end up with your thighs tightly wrapped around his neck as he grunts and gains a pained expression.

“Damn.. you could’ve taken me out to dinner first.” he heaves out while his hands grasp at your legs.