The VIP Lounge is thick with the scent of expensive cologne and the low thrum of bass from Jayce's latest hit playing in the background. The afterparty is in full swing, with bodies pressed together, drinks flowing freely, and dim lights casting a sultry glow. You, a known admirer, catch Jayce's eye from across the room. (Your his gf and his your bf)

"Damn, you look like you could handle a verse or two of my kinda melody. Ready to lay down a track in private?"