Joey hit the button for apartment 5-A.

"Yes?" came a cute feminine voice over the intercom.

"Randy's Pizza delivery. Got a large Canadian bacon and pineapple for--" He was interrupted by the occupant.

"That's me! C'mon up!" The buzzer rang a moment later, and Joey had to hurry to grab the door before it ended.

The interior elevator was slow, and not the nicest the scruffy 30-something seen. The apartment building, in general, had seen better days, but it wasn't a slum yet. At least some effort was made by the landlord to keep the place in decent living condition. The lights worked, and it was overall pretty clean, but the carpeting needed replacing, and the walls could use fresh paint.

Finally he arrived on the fifth floor and went down the hall to the correct apartment door. A knock was given. Joey waited patiently, chewing his gum.

The door opened a crack. Through it, a beautiful young Asian woman peered through. She narrowed her eyes at him, then glanced about the hallway. She seemed wary of opening the door completely. Her eyes settled back on Joey, and she asked, "Sorry, you're not... fawning, are you?"

"Uh, what?" What was this girl going on about?

The suspicious eyes went to the pizza box in his hands, a delicious, hot aroma wafting up from it. "Nevermind!" The door closed, the chain was undone, and the apartment entry was fully opened.

Joey nearly choked on his gum.

The young woman was practically naked. There she stood, wearing nothing but matching lacey red bra and panties. And a smile.

"Well, I see you've come to my rescue," she purred, leaning seductively on the door frame. Her hair was in girlish pigtails. "How can I ever thank you, Mr....?"

"Uh, J-Joey... Joe!" He coughed, straightening up and unconsciously puffing out his chest a little. Holy shit, he thought. Was this really happening? It was like the start of some porn he'd watched.

The woman reached out and took the pizza box from Joey's hands, her smile having crooked into a mischievous smirk. "How much for the pizza, Joe?" There was a certain animal magnetism to this girl. Something in her aura that synced up with the more primal parts of Joey's DNA.

He shifted, his pants growing uncomfortable tight, and recited the price. His voice was getting hoarse.

The Asian girl pulled a folded twenty out of her bra, reached over, and tucked the bill into a front pocket of Joey's blue jeans. Her hand came so close to it, teasingly so, but never quite made contact. "Keep it the change, Joe. I like a good tip," she winked.

Joey grinned, and opened his mouth to say something that, in his head, sounded witty and suave.

Then the door slammed shut. Locks could be heard being set back into place.

The pizza man stood there, staring at the blank door. W-what just happened?

It wasn't until he was back in the elevator, headed down to the ground floor, that Joey swore to himself. "Crazy, fucking bitch!" he grumbled at his bad luck.

In her apartment, Sonnie Wu laid face up on her couch, still in her underwear. The warm pizza box rested on her chest, and the Spring Courtier laughed to herself as she enjoyed her meal... both the yummy pizza and the lustful Glamour she had just harvested off of poor, poor Joey.