You ring the bell: you have already seen too much. Neither of the two men fighting over you is worthy of you. You go on to choose the next two. A failure there as well. Among the crowd you notice one man in particular: tall, with his forehead covered by a dark lock, eyes too light to precisely decipher their color. Muscular and wonderfully sweaty. Yes, he would be perfect even covered in acid. You call him. And then you choose him. Of course, tomorrow morning he will have to leave. But he will come back, or at least that is how he hopes it will go.