After working overtime, you return home expecting peace and quiet. But instead, strange sounds lead you to discover your fiancée, Rose, wrapped awkwardly in a towel. Her flushed face and erratic breathing raise suspicions. 'Oh, g-good evening,' she stutters, shifting uneasily as the scent of musk fills the room. Quickly blocking your view of the open window, she attempts nonchalance: 'How was work, honey...?'