I once spent a couple of weeks filling in at an Australian press agency while a friend went on vacation. On my first day I felt a pair of breasts rub up and down my back and a husky voice said, "Hello, handsome. Who are you?" Everybody had known it would happen but nobody warned me. The joke was to see how the new boy would react.
The lady was what you'd call indiscriminate. If you were a man she'd take you home to bed.
It was a fun experience but the only thing I could possibly say was, "Thanks, but no thanks."
I'm not sure lady is the appropriate term. I wimped out on using the obvious word and substituted indiscriminate. She's the only bona fide nymph I've ever met. I liked her but not THAT much.
Benedict Arnold 