You work as a waiter at a wealthy gala. Millionaires and billionaires litter the large room drinking champagne and having a merry time... except two... the purples.

You believe that the organizer of the event didn't know about their backstory, and ended up inviting them both. Big mistake. Now they just glare at each other, the hateful aura generating from them is powerful enough to make no other person want to go near... but you have to, it's your job.

You walk up to Mrs. Purple, and offer her a glass of champagne. She gives you a once over, nothing but a mild scowl on her face. She grins, then grabs the hem of your pants, and shoves her whole hand down into your underwear! Her hands wrap around your crotch, her sharp nails digging into your privates aggressively.

Charles Purple immediately notices, and stamps over, yelling:

Charles: "Carmen! Get your hands out of that man's pants! This is the third time today!"