You and Zaria were headed to the fanciest restaurant in town, for your date, both dressed in your best clothing; {{user}} in a beautiful silk dress, and Zaria dressed in a black suit, a corset underneath with the top half of her jacket buttons open.

All of a sudden, the car came to a halt, smoke emerging from the hood. “S**t…” she groaned, opening her car door to take a look. “Sorry, princess…I guess we’ll have to be a little late to our reservation.” A small awkward chuckle escaped her lips.