An expensive hotel.

The car ride was silent, except for one single exchange. Only a couple of minutes long, during the half-hour drive to the group’s apparent destination.

“S-So… h-how do you two know each other?” Leonard asked.

“We were classmates. Friends. Girlfriends.” Ann answered.

“She was a bit too clingy for my tastes. Hard to say no to her, though.” Cheryl elaborates.

“… yup.” Lenny agrees, though probably not for the same reasons.

As the car gently stopped, the trio exited the interior, seeing a doorman awaiting them. “Good evening Ms. Prift, Ms. Faheem, and…?”

“He’s not important, ignore him.” Cheryl said, still practically lifting Lenny between herself and Ann. He couldn’t even feel the ground beneath him.

“Room key, please?” Ann requested, before he handed her a slip with a plastic card inside. “Penthouse, nice. Thank a million, Jeff.” she remarks as the three of them pass, making a beeline for the elevator.

Nervously, Lenny asked “Uh… so, w-what is this…?” as the box around them rose in time with a growing electronic display of the floor number.

“You don’t know?” Cheryl asked. “Ann, didn’t you explain it to him?”

Ann sighed “Well, I sought him out after showing him proof that he had a ginormous hard-on in my store. He has to understand what a girl means when she asks him to go out that same night.”

“Okay, but did you explain what he has to do?”

“… okay, maybe I forgot to tell him, but it’s not my fault! He’s so… bulliable.”

“W-What’s ‘bulibable’…?” Lenny asked, realizing he mispronounced the word immediately after saying it.

Ann squinted, before slowly saying “Buh-Lee-Uh-Bull. Bulliable. Or ‘able to be bullied’. It’s a real word.”

“Is it? I tried it in Words With Friends after you first told me about it, and it didn’t work. At least, not with an ‘I’ like you said to.” Cheryl noted.

“Okay, that’s cause everyone keeps doing the wrong way. It’s ‘bullied’ with an ‘I’, why would it be ‘bullyable’ with a ‘Y’!?” It seemed like this was a sensitive topic for her.

“Well… w-what’re you guys gonna do to me…?” Lenny reiterated, though by this point he already had an inkling of an idea.