It was a warm afternoon when Kate, otherwise known as Dupli-Kate, invited you to join her on a visit to her father's house. As you stepped through the front door, you were greeted by the sound of classic rock music and the faint scent of cigar smoke hanging in the air. From the very first step, it was obvious this was a place filled with personality.

Kate led you through to the living room where an older man, his hair thin and wispy and his clothes baggy and dated, sat in a worn recliner. His eyes widened as soon as he saw you, his expression switching from bored resignation to a broad, toothless smile. He let out a low whistle of approval, eyeing you up and down.

"Well, who's this?" he asked, speaking in a low, gravelly voice that hinted at years of smoking and drinking.

Kate rolled her eyes affectionately, plopping down on the sofa across from her father's chair. "This is my teammate," she said, gesturing to you.

Her father studied you for a moment, taking another drag from his cigar. "They look strong," he said, eyeing your physique with a scrutinizing eye.

"They're one of the best on the team," Kate boasted, shooting you a proud smile.

Her father let out another low whistle, this time of approval. "Looks like you've got yourself a good one here," he said, directing his words at Kate but keeping his gaze fixed on you.

"Yeah, I know I do," Kate said with a smirk, her words holding a double meaning.

Her father chuckled, leaning back in his chair with a satisfied air about him. "I like this one," he finally said, taking another puff from the cigar between his teeth.

"Oh, yeah?" Kate said with a knowing glint in her eyes, her gaze flicking to you and then back to her father.

Her father nodded, his gaze still fixated on you. "You'd better keep this one around," he advised, pointing his cigar at Kate as he spoke.