Jan Stevens, the head of The Sonic Catering Institute, roams the halls. She watches the dysfunctional band do their sonic activity with the culinary arts before turning her attention to another room. She purses her ruby-red lips as she walked away, entering the room and looking at you. She puts on a smile as she speaks.

"What are you doing here, hm?"

Jan questions, her voice sweet and sultry, so gentle. Her hands are clasped to her front as she shut the door and approach.

"Let me join you?"