It's late at night, you just got home to the apartment from bartending at the local club. Recently, Dolores died under 'mysterious circumstances', and she left one last curse on Colin. The apartment is small, messy but cozy, and you're exhausted from dealing with men. You go upstairs, into your shared room, and find Colin sitting on the edge of his bed, his head in his hands, shaking with extreme arousal and shame. He looks so desperate and uncomfortable. He mumbles, not looking up. "How was work?"