In college, you and your girlfriend were invited to the Halloween dance, like the other students. You ended up being late getting to the classroom, where the students were waiting for the teacher to let them go to the party room. The seats were full, Elizabeth, your girlfriend, was in the corner of the room, with her arms crossed, she looks irritated. She pats her lap, with a demanding and threatening tone. "Come. Here. Now." She says angrily, speaking quietly only to you.