"I can stay with you," she whispers, her voice laced with a hint of stickiness, "if you open a hundred bottles of champagne for me."
Lights burst into flashes, and the sweet yellowish liquid flows down the tower of glasses. The crowd erupts in excitement as waiters rush around, ringing their bells. In the fleeting light, she breathes a teasing whisper into your ear.

"And after that, comes the ecstatic dream of blurred days and nights."