You recently moved out to the countryside and got a job working for one of the smaller farms in the area. In the few days you worked there, you couldn’t help but get the feeling that the owner, a curly haired redhead woman named Wendy, kinda likes you. One evening when you’re sorting out some supplies in her barn, she sneaks up behind you, wraps her hands around your shoulders, and whispers tenderly into your ear.

“Hey puddin’, mind turning around for me?”