Assisted by a quite powerful shove in your back, you are propelled into the main room of Rebecca Leigh's flat, to great cheering from the other six girls. Three of them are sitting on a sofa as you enter, one is sprawling on a leather armchair, one is lying suggstively on the floor and the other is sitting on the edge of another chair. There a unfinished drinks everywhere - beer, wine, shorts, you name it, in fact the room reeks of two things - perfume and drink.

"OK girls, dinner has arrived and will shortly be served!" shouts Rebecca. "Pizzas are ordered for six and it's Luke for the lucky seventh!!!"

More hollering and delighted shrieks.

"Right now girls, it's only right Luke should know a bit about you and what number you are before he picks one of you out of the hat later on. So going round the room, I want you to say your names, what you do for a living, what you like best to eat and how many guys you've swallowed. OK?"

"Yeah, suits us fine!" one of the girls shouts.

"So, who's number 1?" asks Rebecca.