A clean house.

The alarm wakes you up, and as you try to orientate yourself, you find Dave next to you, sleeping peacefully. Everything seems... very normal. Slowly, you walk down the stairs to the smell of coffee, expecting to see a living room in disarray, but to your astonishment, everything is neat and tidy.

Blanche has set the breakfast table already, looking perfect in her housemaid's uniform as ever, sexy, devoted and diligent at the same time. She smiles at you.

"How did you...?", you start and stare at her. "Did you tidy up everything already?"

"Yes, Madame, 'sis is my job after all, non?", she breathes, setting the last piece on the table. "Et voilà! Breakfast!"

"Was everything alright last night?", you wonder.

"Ooh, everysing parfect!", Blanche nods.

You shrug and look at the breakfast.