Ms Johnson

Fiona's mother Lindsey answered the door. She was wearing a robe, her hair was in curlers, and she had a facial mask on. "Yes?"

"Hello, Ms Johnson," you knew she was divorced as Fiona would not shut up about the fact each of her parents wanted to buy her a car, "I have these expensive, rare Belgian chocolates for Fiona. Is she home?"

"Yes, she's in her room. I'll ask her if she wants to see you."

"Have a chocolate first."

"Oh, OK," she said before taking one.

"Tell me, are fixing yourself up for something special?"

"Just meeting some friends for drinks."

"You know your hair and make-up are already done, and you're fully dressed under that robe. All you need is the sexiest shoes you have."

Lindsey looks down and takes off her robe. She is naked, but believes she is dressed.

"Let me in to see your daughter."

"Come on in," says Lindsey.

"When are you going to meet your friends?"

She checks a clock on the wall. "I have about forty minutes."

"Plenty of time for you to take plenty of selfies and share them on social media. Ignore any responses you get to them."

"OK. Fiona's bedroom is at the top of the stairs, first door on the right." She walks up the stairs ahead of you.

You go up to Fiona's room and knock on the door.

1) She refuses to open to the door to you

2) Fiona opens the door but won't take a chocolate as she does not trust you

3) She opens the door and takes a chocolate

4) Something else