A while back, when I was considerably younger, I picked up a lovely date at her parents' home.
I'd scraped together some money to take her to a fancy restaurant.
She ordered the most expensive items on the menu.
Champagne . Shrimp cocktail. Lobster. A nice Puligny
Montrachet followed by some Louis XIII
I asked her, "Does your mother feed you like this when you eat at home?"
"No," she replied. "But my mother's not expecting a blow job."
I asked her if she wanted dessert.