"Miss, could you give me a smile?" Ethan asked, holding his drink and gazing affectionately at the well-maintained housewife in front of him.
"Why should I?" the housewife giggled behind her hand, propping her chin up and giving Ethan a flirtatious look. She seemed quite pleased with the handsome young man before her.
"It would make this drink taste sweeter," Ethan quipped, his cheesy pickup line fitting right into the sultry atmosphere of the nightclub without seeming out of place.
The housewife burst into laughter, her eyes crinkling into crescents as she grabbed Ethan's hand. "With such sweet talk, you must have charmed quite a few innocent girls, huh?"
"Actually, I prefer mature women like yourself," Ethan replied, shamelessly.
"Oh, Ethan, have you ever tried it? How would you know what mature is?" the housewife teased, slightly tipsy, her high heels already off under the table, her toes playfully scraping against Ethan's foot. "Without experience, there's no credibility."
