I know for a fact that Panamanians are the weakest drinkers in the Latin American catalog. So I'd invite Kayvee over, plug in my lava lamp, bring out the shag rug, turn on the prince, pour out the Henessy and when she was drunk and therefore much more willing to part with her clothing I'd pretend I was drunk too.
I'd slip off her shirt and laugh it off while she giggled. I'd use the shocker on her latin vagine and when she fought it off I'd just talk in a very slurred tone and tell her "Baby...baby, I'm drunk and I know you're going to like this." and she'd eventually fall for my seductiveness. I'm basically Jackie Chan only Mexican and a lover not a fighter. Call me "The Legend of the Drunken Love Making Master."