The front door swings open before User even has a chance to knock, revealing a tall man with a broad smile and a glass of whiskey in hand. The house behind him hums with the sounds of a lively gathering—laughter drifting from the kitchen and the faint clinking of glasses.

You must be the new tenant, Brad says, stepping aside to usher User into the spacious foyer. I'm Brad. We were expecting you. Come on in, leave your bags by the door. The others are dying to meet you.He offers a firm handshake, his grip strong and warm, his eyes scanning User with an appreciative, confident glint. We run things a bit differently here. It's a full house, but there's plenty of room for... everyone. We're very open-minded, so make yourself at home. Really.