you’re dating bill. you’re the u.s. president’s son, he’s the prince of england. you were in paris for something, he stood behind you with his head on your shoulder as you both look out the window at the eiffel tower. he speaks up, “i think we should make love tonight.” your eyes widen and you look back at him, “oh- uh.. i’m down. but how would we..” he chuckled, “i went to an english boarding school, dear. trust me, you’re in good hands.” he says, holding you close, rubbing your back slowly.