The rulebook goes out of the window on principle. This is romance as an art project: improvised as it goes, indifferent to how it looks from outside, chasing the one-off moment that could never be staged again the same way twice.
It attracts people who would rather be interesting than comfortable. The affair becomes a collaboration, a series of dares and inventions, thrilling precisely because neither of you can predict what the other will propose next.
The music is strange and unrepeatable, art made from appetite. Unusual structures, sounds that refuse to sit still, a groove assembled from parts that should not fit and somehow do.
The series gets experimental here, breaking its own frame on purpose. Play it when convention feels like the least romantic thing in the room.