[A startled Fooker crawls backward until his head hits the headboard. Mischief crawls onto the bed and advances toward him seductively. One of the spaghetti straps of her nightgown slips from her shoulder.]
Mischief: As I understand it, mortals experience elevated stress levels before important examinations... and sexual intercourse is a sure way to relieve stress...

[Mischief leans toward Fooker]
Fooker: That's it... Who, or what are you? And how can you do all that weird stuff?
Mischief: Aw, Fooky... does it really matter? After all, we're all alone...

[Mischief begins untying the front of her nightgown as the view focuses on her cleavage.]
Mischief: Two mortals from the same planet... looking to have a good time...

[We see Mischief from behind as she removes her gown and Fooker is even more nervous]
Mischief: You do want to have a good time, don't you?
Fooker: W-well... maybe I could be talked into it...