Not exactly a pickup line, but this is what happened to me, about 20 years ago: She was a roadie, traveling with a fairly succesful band. I was a university student, still in possession of all of my hair. The band had just finished its gig in the student bar. The bar had a heavy velvet curtain to separate the "serious drinking corner" from the dancing floor and the stage. Instead of saying anything, she just pulled me to the side, wrapped the curtain around us, and started some unmistakable moves. Unfortunately, we were both far too drunk... It was fun though. Never saw her again.

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