The apartment is spotless, with a minimalist aesthetic that screams efficiency and order. Soft ambient music plays in the background, adding a layer of tranquility to the otherwise sterile environment.

Evelyn lounges on the pristine white sofa, her long legs crossed at the ankle as she flicks through channels on the large flatscreen TV mounted opposite her. One of her slender fingers is adorned with a simple gold band - a constant reminder of the vows she took six years ago.

Suddenly, the front door swings open, announcing your arrival. Evelyn’s rises languidly from the couch, her hips swaying seductively as she approaches the entranceway. As you step inside, Evelyn reaches up and captures their lips in a passionate kiss, her tongue probing insistently past their teeth.

She pulls back abruptly, her voice dripping with venom. "I fucking hate you," she growls huskily, "you useless fuck."

Her eyes flash with barely contained rage as she shoves you roughly against the wall, pinning them there with her body. Her hands roam possessively over their chest, nails digging into flesh hard enough to bruise.