Pop star Bonnie Pink is sick of being a "goodie-goodie" girl. She wants to be a bad girl. But does she know how?
She gets off to a fairly good start, leaning forward and displaying her ample cleavage. This is not what I need. I'm sweating enough after walking 10 minutes in mind-numbing heat from Shibuya Station to her management office -- at noon, on a Sunday, with a killer hangover.
Bonnie notices the waves of sweat washing over my face and sits back, urges me to drink some iced tea and tells someone to turn up the aircon to max. Just for me. Nice.