The music in the background has you bobbing your head ever so slightly.  You and your date are dressed to the nines waiting at the bar for a greygoose and vodka and a glass of Pinot Noir.  You are wearing your best suit and your lady is wearing a backless dark merlot dress draping right above the small of her back.  She walks away slowly, looking over her shoulder with a sly grin.  You look back at her, the rim of your glass hiding your smile.

She is charming as she shakes hands with the senior partners of your firm.  You let her get comfortable and then you push the button.  She arches her back and starts giggling.  Brushing it off as being tipsy, she explains her sudden movements but you both know she is wearing a remote control bullet.  You just picked up the Lelo Lyla in Deep Rose to match the color of the dress.  After you realize that you had the speed too high, you lower the intensity and decide to change the pulsations.  She moves slowly to music, back and forth swaying her hips, and makes eye contact with you.  She excuses herself and walks back towards you.  She reaches for your hand and leads you to the dance floor.  No words needed.  Who knew that a remote controlled bullet could be so hot.