This could be sort of a PSA about the dangers of satin sheets.

Seriously, that woman upstairs with a black teddy and red satin sheets, and this loser needs the Bud Light to get him up there? Hot chick needs to dump the schlub and find a real man, one that values her for who she is as a woman. Or at least one that places her value higher than Bud Light, maybe somewhere around, oh, at least a cold Fat Tire?