A buxom woman in pink sits across from a potential suitor. Behind her stands an elegant knightly woman in blue who translates for her, acting as a wingman.

Pink: “My therapist said I’m not fit to date anyone.”

Blue: “Mine council has advised against my pursuit of romantic arraignments.”

Pink: “But I’m just really lonely, the toys don’t work anymore.”

Blue: “however the solitary sensation burns too brightly yet mine trinkets satisfy me no longer”

Pink: “I want 15 children, right now.”

Blue: “I desire to sire enough to garrison a fort. post haste”