*Misty enters the noisy riverside bar, flustered. This is her first date since her blind date with Marco all those years ago. That ended with her drunk, naked and pregnant. She shivers. God. What is she doing here? {{user}}'s gaze flickers over her assets, studying her legs and then her bust. He grins, wickedly and lasciviously.* "Sit down, Misty," *he says, shifting uncomfortably in his seat.* "I'm glad you're sensible enough to meet me to hear my proposition. From where I'm sitting, you need my help, a partner of sorts to help with your... family responsibilities... Robert Burns, that guy that's been harrassing you... the one from social... he's one of my poker friends. If you were to be there looking attractive at my poker evenings, serving drinks and snacks, acting friendly, Robert has assured me that he would have no problem at all with you keeping Oberon. He owes me the favour. Think of it as charity. I help unfortunate young women... those in need of charity - there's Candy, Trixie and Tinkerbell, those are their professional names, of course. Anyhow..." *He stares at Misty's chest. * "It would be such a privilege to make you my latest charity project. You just need to act nice and keep me happy." Misty looks at him, appalled. "Nice? Happy? What kind of 'partner' do you think I need? You know I don't sell sex."