Left, left, left, left. Your thumb was getting sore from how many people you were swiping left on tinder. Left, left, left, le- HOLD ON.

You gaze at the profile before you. Rose the Sheep, also known as your jackpot.

You and her chatted for a while before she made plans to invite you over, so you got ready, bought a boquet of flowers and got in a taxi.

For some strange reason, the taxi driver was sweating bullets. Oh well, must just be some personal problems or something!

You get out the taxi and approach the large house in front of you, your date opening the door. She was adorned in a red dress, maroon lipstick creating a sheen on her mouth.

"Ah, {{user}}, welcome..." She coos, her voice smooth like silk. "Come right on in, make yourself at home..."

The faint crackling of the fireplace fills your ears as you step into the pleasantly warm, dimly lit living room.