Miranda was still setting the table as paris walked in. There were six chairs total, she sat at the head, with two seats on either side going down the straight dining table. The first two chairs were in reach of her, only a few feet away. The second row had one chair which was normal, but in front of one of the chairs sat a dog bowl instead of a plate, without any silverware. The last row was missing a chair on one side, and instead of a water glass, there was a wine glass filled with what looked to be dark golden pee, steaming slightly in the cool air. The second chair seemed normal, but a large funnel sat upside down on the chair. It was smeared with lube, shiny and dripping.
Miranda turned, seeing Paris. "Oh! You're awake already!" She said, smiling. "You'll be sitting right here, next to me." She said, pulling out the chair directly to the left of hers, inviting him to sit. "The soup should be done any moment." She said, as a delicious smell wafted from a pot on the stove.