Slightly tipsy and bewildered by the lights, sounds, and surging crowd of Friday night on Bourbon Street, you fail to notice when a petite woman in a green velvet dress appears out of an alley in front of you. Before you can stop yourself, you bowl into her and to your amazement you pass right through her and a wave of warmth, butterfly jitters, and erotic energy washes over your insides in her wake. Startled, you turn to see her giggling and eyeing you. “Buy a girl a drink first, don't ya think, sugar?”