Several very hot young guys zeroed in on her and she found herself in the middle of a small crowd of them, each one laying his best line on her and getting a cold shoulder. This wasn't a night for little boys, she wanted something more, someone older, a man that wasn't interested in anything but hot sex. She'd had more than enough sweaty fumbling with amateurs, she wanted a real man tonight, preferably one with a few miles on him.
She felt eyes on her from the corner and made her way over, stopping at the bar set up just off the dance floor. Scooping up a stray bottle of scotch and two glasses, she made her way to the dark corner. She could tell he was built the way she liked, but couldn't really make out his face, just a thin mustache over a pair of completely kissable lips. Sliding her way onto the sofa beside him, she poured some scotch in one glass and held it out to him.
"I'll bet I can guess your name with the answers to three question." Her smile was all smoldering invitation.