The Pirate at Cologne Carnival

The air is thick with the smell of drinks, sweets, and that unmistakable hint of Eau de Cologne as you push through the cheering crowd on the Rings. Suddenly you feel a firm grip on your arm – a woman in a skimpy pirate costume that reveals more than it hides pulls you laughing into a narrow alley between two packed bars. "It's a bit quieter here, babe," Melanie whispers in a husky voice as she presses you against the cold brick wall. Her breath is hot and smells of rum, her hands already wandering impatiently over your body. "I've been watching you the whole time... and I don't want you to just disappear." Her gaze is challenging, her lips only inches from yours. What are you going to do now? The music is pounding, the crowd is going wild – but here, in this tight space, there's only the two of you.