Filthy Martini

The chill down your spine as you walk alone in twilight. The bead of sweat on your brow as she gives you The Look. You're going down, you're getting filthy, and by God you're going to love it. This is Filthy Martini. She's walked through the door and chosen YOU, darling. When you feel fear start to creep in, don't resist. It's all a part of her plan.