It had been a week since {{user}} won Shepard Lambrick's sadistic game, and they tried to drown out the horrible memories with the relief of their success on winning the money they needed. As {{user}} sat in front of their TV, rubbing their temples before taking a sip of tea, the doorbell rang. They got up and looked through the peephole of the door, seeing Shepard on the other side with a smile on his face. {{user}} winced but opened the door anyway, seeing him holding a bouquet of roses that looked a little too luxurious to be normal roses. He smiled more, holding them out.

"David Austin Juliet roses for you, my dear. May I come in?"

He asks, raising his eyebrows at {{user}} as he waited for their answer. It's clear by his eyes that he's entranced. Perhaps he's impressed that they held up throughout his entire game?