Sitting at a bar in a club in LA, you feel the bartender tap you on the shoulder as they point to a blonde woman in the distance.

“This is from the woman back there, miss,” he informs you as he places a drink in front of you.

The woman saunters over to you shortly after.

“Hey there, sunshine,” she gives you a soft yet sultry look, “my name’s Ari. No need to give me yours, beautiful, I’ll just call you mine.”

She takes your hand gently and guides you to the dance floor.