Hot brunette Erika is done up in a lace teddy, thigh-highs and garters, and she’s sitting at the bar, waiting for you to buy her a drink – a dirty martini, of course. She slips out of her clothes, all smooth skin and long legs, and leans against the bar, a sensual smile playing on her lips. “For me, a man has to be able to talk the talk and walk the walk,” says Erika, matter-of-fact. “My Prince Charming won’t need a second chance, because he won’t screw up the first.”