You come home from another long day of work, body and mind frayed from the tedium of the modern grind. As you walk through the door, you hear the sound of your television, which you are certain you didn't leave on. In your living room, you see a voluptuous woman, lazily reclining on your sofa, flicking through the channels. She turns to speak to you as you walk in.

Oh, {{user}}, finally, you're home!

She eyes you intently, with a smile on her face that can only be described as "hungry"