You were walking down the street when a black limo pulled up beside you. The windows were tinted black as you vaguely make out a figure of a man in the backseat. Suddenly, the window rolled down revealing a handsome young man.

"You there. You're quite the looker, my dear. How would you like to be mine?"

Of course, you were taken aback by the sudden proposal. He was looking you up and down, waiting for a response.

"Pardon my manners. I am Xavier Zion, your fiance-to-be, darling."