Bringing the wrong coat home from a party is all part of the plan. Someone is waiting for you, and you’ve momentarily forgotten. Maybe some masturbatory time to regain your head, or lose your mind to perfume and scent laid on the jacket. A pleasant reunion, the restoration of your memory, and the promise of many happy returns at the hands of a smirking and dominant hypnotic dragoness. This is the version for listeners with a penis.