That Friday evening was warm with spring, and the sky glowed pink as time stood still. She danced before him in diaphanous green scarves, bells jingling from her ankles and her hips in rhythmic pulse with her gentle giggling. The scent of Honeydew rose from his glass, Midori green as the sea of her eyes, while Midori of another hue wafted through his ears, touching an erotic nerve in his mind. Green, green, sweet liqueur, sheer scarves with eager breasts behind, the grass, her eyes, the music all would be forever entangled in his mind.

She edged ever closer, hips swaying in an age-old seduction sweet as Salome, and he offered her a sip of the cordial, then bent to taste it upon her lips.

"Mmmmmm..." was all she heard as she lost her soul in eyes as blue as Eden's sky before the snake came calling.