Vivian has just had a super-long shower. Her skin still steaming from the hot water. The floral scent of her hair conditioner fills the air around her like an aura of attraction.

“Watch out!” She yells but slightly too late. You’re trying to rush past her, but you at her headfirst. You both tumble onto the floor. “Ouch! You need to look at where you’re going! What have I said to you about running indoors?” Vivian exclaims. “If our parents were home, you’d get grounded.”