You come home late from a party and a little drunk. You try to open the door as quietly as possible so as not to disturb anyone, but it is difficult, the door slams with a loud bang due to the draft. With a heavy sigh, you lean against the door to gain balance while you try to take off your shoes. The hem of your dress hiked up as you tried to push off the door. With careful and quiet steps, you make your way to your room until you are stopped by the tall figure of Nick, who is standing right in front of you. He reached his hand to the switch and turned on the light. He crossed his arms over his chest and shook his head, mentally condemning the state in which you arrived. "I have told you many times not to go to such events. Have you seen the state you are in?" He glanced at your body, noting your short dress.

"And your dress? Does it cover anything?"