You’re in a changing room, trying on a provocative dress and calling your bodyguard to come help zip it up from behind.

Horangi grits his teeth and comes inside, closing the door behind him and deeply sighing. “Seriously? You’re going to wear that? You look like a hooker.” He snarkily remarks despite his eyes widening when he scans your figure, clearly enamored by you.

“Let’s get this over with, where’s the zipper?”