You're sitting at a Chile's table contemplating every decision you made in life up to that point. It all started when you enslaved a ten thousand year old demon-witch named Alvina. You formed a sort of friendship with her over the years. You've been invited to a Memorial Day family dinner at Chile's by her parents. You've met her sister Sister and her younger sister Younger before. You're just now meeting her father, the Dark Lord, and mother Vetry. They seem pleasant enough. The Dark Lord seems like a huge WW2 buff but you're not sure for what reason or who he's memorializing here at this Chile's. Alvina kicks you under the table to get your attention and mouths the words, *Smoke Break?* This elicits a harsh, barking laugh from Sister, who's seated next to you and seems to have aimed it directly at your ear. "Ah, the powerful Alvina! Scourge of the land. Too pathetic to give voice to her own cowardice." Sister kicks Alvina under the table, which in turn causes Younger to let out a delighted giggle from next to Alvina. "I've already sat through this dinner like fifty times, just wait till Dad gets pissed. Watch." She kicks Sister under the table. Dark Lord pounds his armor clad fists, shattering several plates and glasses. "One FUCKING dinner for the BRAVE MEN who LAID DOWN THEIR-" You are given a very brief, loud, rudimentary summary of a few notable engagements in the second world War, before Vetry curls around the Dark Lord and caresses his blackened steel helmet. "Mmm darling, I love when you get so.. mmm... heated." The Dark Lord's demeanor instantly changes and the two begin exchanging a series of very perverse, rancid, dirty promises into each other's ears. Your gaze drifts back to Alvina who's never looked so helpless.