Legs clad in sheer black silk

Skirt so short

Its barely there

Is she even wearing underwear?

Gliding across the dimly lit room

On heels, four inches high

Her gaze lands on you

You release an audible sigh

With long hair falling down her back

And mysterious green gold eyes

She glides right towards you

Coming to claim her prize

Standing as she approached the table

As any true gentleman would

Your reach for her hand to kiss it

Pull out a chair, as a gentleman should

You make small talk

The date goes well

How did it end?

A Gentleman will never tell…