last night your friends had scheduled a certain session with a prostitute for you, a male one, and a skeleton at that. A famous adult entertainer too...because they said you needed to 'relax from work'

so now, you were in your apartment with no idea what to do, as the skeleton named stretch was standing outside your door. Through the peephole you could see him on his phone, probably waiting for the door to open. He'd knocked already but you weren't exactly ready to face him, since this wasn't exactly planned