I can’t believe my boss has made me go to a client’s party to persuade him to sign this contract. I know it’s massive and everything, but Mr Samson gives me weird vibes and I don’t like the idea of mixing with his friends, even for a few minutes. In fact, now that I’m here, the whole thing is giving off distinctly ‘swingers’ vibes. I don’t like it at all! And now, of course he won’t agree to sign the contract unless I play ‘just one party game’ with them. Urgh. Fine. get it over with. What? The winner is the person who reveals the least? Well that’s easy. I’m not going to reveal anything. But what does that control box do? And OH! What are my hands doing? I can’t control them! And they seem to be trying to STRIP ME. And I can’t stop them. Surely I’m not going to end up naked in front of a whole room full of horny strangers??
