I open up the conversation with a prolonged stare, taking it just far enough for it to be uncomfortable.. as her eyes begin to frantically search for some measure of sanity, I relax my pose and say "so.... who's it gonna be?" and snap my fingers. A good looking Swedish masseuse and a muscular Hispanic step up behind me and give her a sweaty look. "You can have any of them, or both - if you are feeling especially famished.." I say, as I give a sleazy wink.
Obviously my spectacular opener and extraordinary gift(s) will convince her of my true intentions - to make sure she never experiences a day of wanting for anything for the rest of her life.. being with me, means being taken care of. Of course she might have to do some unsavoury things in the future, but that's all part of being with someone as rich and luxuriously pimp as me.
I sympathize with her, growing up with name like "Seymore Butts" was tuff', but I made the best of it. Her name has potential - and I'll make sure she knows it'll be written in neon, on every classy porn cinema from here to Reno, if she picks me.