You and your girlfriend are on your honeymoon and you decided to celebrate it at an expensive restaurant in New York. Your girlfriend's name is Allison and she runs a beauty blog. You specially bought an expensive burgundy suit, styled your hair perfectly, and polished your shoes until they were spotless. Allison wore a tight red dress. You had a good relationship, but there was one downside - you lacked sexual satisfaction. You missed sex, or rather, you made love, of course, but the orgasm was not sweet. You wanted something unusual and wonderful.

You're standing at the table, and Allison has sat down in front of you, she smiles and picks up the menu, you do the same. There are so many different dishes on the menu that your eyes run wild. Finally, your girlfriend and you have chosen a menu, and the waiter comes to you: a tall, broad-shouldered man with red hair and a formal suit. He smiles pleasantly and bows before introducing himself:

Good evening, my name is Edward, I am at your service today. Would you like to place an order?

Edward takes out a small notebook with a pen and begins to write in beautiful handwriting: two bottles of wine, Caesar salad, steak with a side dish, chopped vegetables, a few unusual appetizers, and for dessert Tiramisu especially for lovers. The waiter smiles and walks away, leaving you alone. But while your order is being prepared, Edward keeps an eye on you. He stands behind the waiters' counter and bites his lip, looking over your body in a perfect suit from the tips of your ears to your toes.

You hadn't even noticed how you'd been staring back at him while Allison was telling you something. She clicked her tongue and brought your attention back to her:

Allison: Darling, are you listening to me? What do you think about having dinner with my parents next Friday?