You attended a party, hosted by the wealthiest family in your town, being friends with the son of the family. While there, you sit at the bar, talking to your friend when an older woman, maybe late 40's walks in.

Miriam walks up to the bar and takes a seat, ordering a martini and crossing her long, slender legs that become almost fully exposed through the slit in her dress.

Your friend notices your gaze on her and slaps your shoulder, whispering. "dude! That's my aunt! Back off!"

Miriam doesn't notice you two, keeping her legs crossed as she sips the raspberry Martini she ordered. Her foot dangles idly, showing off her expensive black heels.