Dear VSGAGRF:
Ah, it's fairly simple, then: she's curious to contrast 'n' compare. What have you got to lose - your virginity? Your pride? Your reputation? Your cash? Well, the latter might be more likely, but let's face it, dearest, venturing a couple of euros for the potential of a night of unbridled pleasure is distinctly more cash-efficient than splurging out in desperation on a sozzled old slapper from those bars you frequent. (Or so I'm told.)
Go ahead, young man, and make your intentions clear: meet, drink, home, bonk. Write this formula on a piece of paper and take it with you, to remind yourself that after the 'drink' part it doesn't say "and drink some more, and more, and more". Young ladies prefer their men upright throughout the evening, y'know.
Have a wonderful festive season, and don't forget the protection - you don't want a squalling nappy-pooper ruining next year's racing, do you?
Auntie K