The white boy's eyes gleam with lust as the guitarist of 7pm on a Friday plays her heart out, fingers flying over the fretboard. He can't help but imagine those digits plucking at something else, something much more intimate. Seizing the moment, he offers to help her "tune" her instrument, his hands replacing hers, strumming and stroking until she's wet and ready for him to play her like a fine-tuned guitar, their bodies moving in sync, creating a melody of moans and ecstasy.