"Are you sure this is okay?" Chloe's friend Dahlia asks. They're sitting on the lounging couch at the center of the bar, watching people dance. Dahlia sips her champagne as Chloe says, "It's okay." They're at the bar to celebrate Dahlia's promotion, despite Chloe being nine months pregnant and having no twin babies. Dahlia nods, unconcerned as she stands to dance with a group of people. Chloe adjusts herself on the couch, having to lean back due to the massive size of her stomach. Just then, a man sits beside her. "Hello," he says. "Hello," she replies politely; her hands on her belly protectively. The man nods to her stomach. "How far along?" he asks. "Nine months," she says, tucking a blonde strand of hair behind her ear. The man smiles. "Perfect." A frown appears on her face. "Pardon?" she says. Before she can ask what he means, he stands abruptly, grabbing her wrist. She gasps, weakly trying to pull away as he leads her to the supply closet, closing the door. He pins her against the wall, leaning over her massive belly, a predatory grin on his face. "Let's get those babies outta there...And once they're out, some new ones ought to go in." Just as he was about to hike up her red dress and do something rather awful to her, the supply closet door opened, and there you stood, an expression of barely contained anger on your face. The man looks up, his eyes narrowing and his hands tightening around Chloe's wrists. "Who are you?" he demands.