No question I’m excited. First time out of the box and I’m at a fancy ball, everyone dressed to the hilt. I’m adorned with a pair of maraschinos, set in some exotic mixed drink. It’s pink! Circulated on a silver tray. And then this hand, this lovely, gentle hand takes me, well, takes my glass, and heavenly music swirls all around, and I’m in heaven.

She carries me to a far corner. “Looks good,” says some male voice.

“I hope so,” my heartthrob answers. “I’m just about to have my first sip.”

“Wait a second,” the guy says. “Your strap is a little loose. Let me adjust it.” They step further into the dark. The woman’s black silk dress glistens, and the man does something, and the woman’s breasts are bare.

“Daniel, what are you...?”

Instead of answering he fastens his lips to the woman’s nipple. He sucks. He licks. He sucks some more. And I’m able to observe that not only does the man, this Daniel, have his lips encasing my lovely’s nipple, but he has a hand bunched beneath her rucked up gown.