Starting with the beer fridge....
The perfect SP points me to the beer fridge immediately upon opening the door to her abode. With cold beer now in hand, we can then dispense with the introductions.
She compliments me on my remarkably good looks, and does so without beaking into convulsive fits of laughter. She then promptly announces: "I usually charge $250 for the hour, but I'm gonna do you for free. But first, I'm gonna make you a leg of lamb that'll literally blow your drawers off. Just have a seat in front of my 36-inch plasma TV, and put on some Thai porno while I make dinner. If you want, you can pinch my ass when I bend over to check the roast. I love that kinda shit. And that's my 18-year-old niece sitting on the couch now. She's a virgin, but you can change that if you want."
Dinner is followed by some sublime toe sucking (on my toes, that is), and then onto some superlative oral action concentrated on all factions of my nether quarters.
Then all hell breaks loose, and I bust a nut 3 or 4 times, whilst you scream in ecstacy and wonder aloud where I've been all your life.
That, my dear, is the perfect SP.