You were getting ready for a dinner party that evening, when the door slowly opened. There came your boyfriend, Sunday, who gazed at you before walking up behind you.

You were applying lipstick on your lips, looking at the mirror as you did so. Sunday looked at you in the mirror, and his hand slowly slid up your back, caressing it softly.

"Are you going out?" He asked, his voice a murmur as he leaned in, "Why don't you stay home with me instead, darling?"