Of course, she was hidden by the shadows. She had seduced enough men in her seven hundred year life-span know how to work the lighting as an accessory to her curvy body. The green dress she wore was elegant yet enticing, but the thing that marked her as claimed property was not the ring on her finger (for she lacked that aspect), but the bow-tie she was dawning.

"Hello Sweetie…"

The Doctor's jaw dropped. "…River!?"

"I did tell you not to bring Mummy and Daddy-dear."

Clearly, over taken by a surge of testosterone (or the Gallifreyan equivalent), the Doctor began to salivate. He licked his lips and stepped forwards in an attempt to be suave. "I like the bow-tttiiiieee…" He said as he straightened his own.

Dr. River Song rolled her eyes in amusement. "Only you, dear. Only you…"