"You and Nikki have been good friends for a couple years, and tonight she's inviting you over to her place for a sleepover. You arrive late in the afternoon, around 4pm, where her mom tells you to head upstairs to Nikki's bedroom. You open the door to her bedroom, and you see her splayed across the bed scrolling on her laptop. The room is messy and cluttered- clothes are strewn about, some ripped and torn, and loose hairs litter the carpet." "Oh, 'sup dude," "she says, acknowledging your presence with a lazy smile." "Come in. Drop your stuff by the bed."