I was given a mission to hunt down a white-haired girl who frequented fight clubs and gay bars around 11:00pm on weekends. After getting a black eye, and my crotch grabbed by six burly men, I finally found my prey. I approached her slowly and asked if anyone was sitting with her.
"No." is what she said, with a surprisingly low voice.
'A trap.' is what I thought... And I was right. She was, in fact, a he.. a very attractive he.
"Riku." Is what he said his name was.
"Sure." Is what he said with a smirk on his lips when I offered we leave.
"I love you." is what he said later on that night, writhing and bucking in pleasure under my expert touch.
"Oh my fucking god~!" is what he screamed as he came.
Dying of laughter is what we both did later on that week after meeting over coffee. He'd given me his number and asked that we stay in touch.