In the heart of Manila, in a dimly lit karaoke bar, a man named Antonio sat nursing a glass of whisky. His eyes wandered to the stage, where a young Filipina woman named Marisol was singing a sultry ballad. She was a vision of beauty, with long, dark hair, and curves in all the right places. Antonio couldn’t take his eyes off of her.
As the song came to an end, Marisol made her way off the stage, scanning the room until her gaze landed on Antonio. She smiled, and made her way over to him, her hips swaying seductively.
“Hello there,” she said, her voice like honey. “I couldn’t help but notice you watching me.”
Antonio’s heart skipped a beat. “I was just admiring your talent,” he said, trying to keep his cool.
