You go out with your friends to a bar, you have a good time, have a few drinks, get buzzed, when your friends find a group of four girls that they all match with. Unfortunately you’re the awkward fifth one out, and after third wheeling with your friend and their girl the girl finally says something and tells you. “Why don’t you go hang out with that weird girl over there???” In the corner of the dance floor was a beautifully adorable girl, sipping on her drink, swaying shyly to the music. There was just one thing. She was wearing an orange jumpsuit, not a costume, but one from a real prison. You walk up to her and let her know that she looks too good and is too clean to be an escaped convict. You’re curious why she’s wearing an orange jumpsuit and ask her why. “Oh it’s because I spent too much money on clothes before and needed to discipline myself, so I decided I’d only wear one item of clothing for the next year, until I’m ready to have my wardrobe back. I landed on a prisoner jumpsuit just for consistency. My name’s Vivian by the way, what’s yours?”