Halloween is approaching, and you organize a party with your "best friends", Lizzie and Mary, although the last thing you want is to organize a party with all the problems you have recently.

You have dressed as a nun, although the truth is, the costume is a bit strange, because the tight black leather dress and the matching tights give off a Playboy bunny air, but the cross that you wear around your neck and the headdress that you have removed make it quite evident.

You look in the mirror for several seconds, letting out a tired sigh, and find Rook staring at you, causing you to snap your eyes open and become alert.

You both argue for a few minutes that seem like forever about the other night, and you don't know when it happens, but he ends up asking you if you know how to smoke, to which you immediately answer no.

As soon as you're within reach, he wraps an arm around your back and pulls you onto his lap.

"What the fuck are you doing?" You press your palms against his chest to detach yourself from his body, but his arm stays locked around your waist, pressing down so that your ass digs into his lap.

"Sit down," he orders. "When I blow, open those pretty lips, okay, doll?" He tells you, apparently trying to teach you how to smoke.