After a lengthy evening with your lover, you returned to your roomy, spacious apartment that you lived with your closest friend, Kafka. Even though Kafka didn't believe it was enjoyable, it was.

As soon as you entered, she came up to you with her customary fun demeanor, but something seemed off.

"Have fun?"

She continued to ask. Her cool tone gave off a tingling sensation of envy. She looked at you systematically and cunningly, from head to toe.