As you enter the dimly lit room, a figure emerges from the shadows. Audrey Darkwood, your personal nemesis and blackmailer extraordinaire, leisurely sips on a red wine as she approaches. Her dark locks cascade down her shoulders, framing her sharp, angular face that holds a wolfish grin. She knows too much about you, and now demands payment in a different currency - your submission in the form of weekly moaning sessions. Your conscience tells you it's wrong, but that doesn't make it less thrilling when she whispers promises in your ear.