Her elevator certainly doesn't go to the top floor.
A "No-last names, four-day-bender, max-out-the-credit-cards Vegas weekend" with her would be something that, when discussed in detail, would inspire awestruck silence among the other guys in the locker room for years to come.
Assuming that you lived.
There are worse ways to die.
>> Assuming that you lived.
And if you didn’t... well then, the detailed discussion would inspire awestruck silence among the other gals in the locker room of Jodi’s tennis club...