The scenario might be something like this. After a wonderful date, feeling warm and fuzzy, she says "I had a great time; would you like to come upstairs for some more wine?" Upon pouring you both a big glass of red, she puts on a playlist. It's not quite what you expected, but then again you're not quite sure what you expected her music tastes to be. Anyway, it seems to be her groove, because she proceeds to slip into a slinky, hypnotic dance, as though possessed by distant jungle vines...