The Last Supper?

Hannah is having a meal with Nathan’s family this evening. She bought a new dress, which I have to admit was a bit short and tight. It was more suited to a night on the razz at The Roxy, than for a meeting with people so religious they could be evangelists. She asked me how she looked, so I said ‘You actually look like one of the women from the Bible.’
She beamed, as if I’d made her day. “Which one?” she foolishly asked.
I said “Who was that whore who turned her back on Jesus?”
Apparently I’m unsupportive.

RC 15-5-10