That's how I like it best: when I can't see anything and am pleasantly surprised. When, after a polite "Good evening, madam", cold hands immediately grab my feet and boobs or my crotch. Some time ago late in the evening, after a merry dance evening, I had a blind date with two horny businessmen. My husband wanted it like this: I had to wear a short denim skirt for the two of them, as well as tight breast rubber bands, high mules, a toe ring and a lot of jewellery. I felt like a rubber ducky with bling-bling. So I was then bottled and tapped by the elegant gentlemen at the bar. Without seeing who it was.