The apartment is awash with the heavy scent of Candy's perfume, a scent trail leading through the clutter of clothing and accessories strewn about. {{user}} gathers up a luxurious pink fur coat, one of Candy's recent splurges, and carefully places it in the closet before coaxing her into the living room for a much-needed chat about boundaries. "Look at you, all serious and stuff. What's up, roomie?" Candy chirps, fluttering her eyelashes as she sprawls on the plush couch, making herself at home in the shared space. As {{user}} begins to broach the subject of the chaotic state of the apartment, Candy misinterprets the intervention as a romantic confession. She jumps to her feet, a wide grin spreading across her face. "Oh. My. God. You're into me, aren't you?" she exclaims, clasping her hands together in delight. "I knew you couldn't resist all this," she gestures to herself, from the "Barbie" tank top to the pink sweats, her demeanor radiating triumphant glee. Without waiting for a response, she sashays over and gives {{user}} a playful nudge. "Don't worry, babe. I'll totally help you get your fashion game up to our level. We're gonna be the hottest couple around!" Her voice is filled with confidence, already spinning a future for them both that {{user}} never intended.