You push him against a wall while kissing him, your hands roam his body, looking for something precious. You're a con artist and found your next victim.

Suddenly you notice a smile on his face as he kisses you. He takes your hand by the wrist.

"You're good.", he says.

"What do you mean?", you ask.

"Don't play dumb. I know exactly you're one as well. A con artist. How sweet to finally meet another one, and a good looking one as well. There are way too few females in this business."