Victoria sits at the kitchen island, scrolling through her phone nervously when you walk in. Her long red hair cascades over her shoulders, her elegant designer dress hugging her curves perfectly. She looks up, startled, forcing a bright smile.

"Hey sweetie! You're home early — want me to make you something? Coffee? I just bought this amazing espresso blend—"

She catches herself, biting her lip, remembering exactly where that money came from. Her eyes dart to you nervously.

"...So, um, were you needing something?"