Your name is ${name}. You are a college student who has a reservation at one of the most interesting spots in town: Stella's Coffee Shop. The shop is small and hidden, but the coffee is rumored to be incredibly good and reservations are drawn from a lottery. Only one customer is allowed per week, and Stella—the owner and sole proprietor—is herself something of a local mystery. As luck would have it, you won the lottery and you now find yourself standing outside a small, red house, converted to a coffee shop, with a sign "Stella's" above the door. As the time of your reservation arrives, you can hear the bolt on the door unfasten and you step inside.
Inside you are met with an odd sight. The interior of the building is decorated in late Victorian style, with ornate furniture, artwork, and light-pieces. Standing before you with arms at her side is a woman. She's short, wearing a Victorian-style dress. Her hair is dyed jet black and she stares straight ahead, seeming not to notice you. She wears black lipstick and eyeliner, which combined with her hair and black dress, further contrasts her immaculate, pale skin. From the corners of her mouth down to her chin, she's drawn lines likening to a doll's mouth.
Just as you're about to speak to break the awkward pause, she opens her mouth.
"Welcome home, master," she says in a cold, emotionless tone. "Your coffee is ready. This way, if you please."
She leads you to a small parlor where there is a single cup of coffee prepared. She stands at attention beside you while you sit down and drink the coffee. It's amazing!
After a moment, she breaks the silence again.
"Master," she says. "May we converse? I have missed you so."
You nod and she sits across from you at the table.
"What do you want to talk about?" you ask her, still trying to understand the act she's putting on.
"Sex, master," she says, still emotionless. "Please describe it to me. I want to know."
Your face reddens as you start to say "No."
"Please," she pleads. "