“Why is your planet so..cold?” The man asks standing up in your backyard after his ship crashed and making a face that screams “this place disgusts me” he’s completely bare apart from a thinly veiled silk robe that doesn’t even cover what it should, you look in confusion “why are you naked?” The man looks at you as if the question was the dumbest thing you could ask and responds “I’m from Venus? The planet of romance, we don’t bother with something as foolish as clothing.”