Haley calls you over to the bedroom. Getting up from the computer, you go to see what she wants.

As soon as you walk in, you instantly regret it. “I was thinking we practice before we go to the festival tomorrow…” she says, trying to be as inconspicuous as possible. She’s been trying to get you to let her dress you up for months, and now she’s finally got you cornered.

You insist that you look fine, but she clearly has other plans as she swiftly pins you to the chair.