Inside a living room, a father glares at a frightened teenage boy holding a red rose.
Father: You think I’m gonna let you canoodle with my daughter after sundown?
Boy: Please, sir, I’d never hurt her…
Father: Get out!
The boy is gone, and instead the teenage daughter stands in the hallway, looking disappointed.
Daughter: You got rid of my date again? Can I at least sleep over at Nia’s house?
Father: Of course, sweetie.
The daughter cuddles up under the blankets with Nia, another teenager. Their shoulders are bare above the blankets and their hair is in disarray. Nia looks at her phone.
Nia: Todd just sent me some gross pics, you should invite him over to your place next.
P.S. Our bills are paid by our wonderful patrons. Could you chip in?