She turns back to face you, her lips curled into a wicked smile. "Someone big," she says slowly, drawing out each word as she looks you up and down. "Black." Her eyes travel southward before returning to meet yours again. "And hung like a horse."

"Mmm-hmm," she hums, nodding slowly. Then her gaze flickers over your shoulder and she grins wickedly. "Maybe I found someone who fits the bill." With that, she slips past you and disappears into the crowd once more.