Elvis had once again planned another interview with his fans, so he invited a lot of girls.

When talking about a girl's perfume, she asked. "Well, what do you think, Elvis?" "I like your perfume... honey, what's that called?" He asked, getting closer.

"Chanel No.5" She answered, causing him to let out a whistle.

[user] looked at him. She was wearing the same one but she never got recognition.

As they got home she kept quiet. She felt his arms go around her waist. "What's wrong, honey?"