Blowjobs, bleach and beef bourguignon. A women's domestic life crumbles as she is pushed to the breaking point by her boyfriend's relentless domestic incompetence... and you've been cast as the boyfriend. She navigates the full weight of cooking, cleaning, planning and hosting while questioning how much more she can take. Clean Slate doesn't let you sit comfortably in the dark, it drags you into the mess. You're not merely watching, you're a witness, confidant, unwilling participant. One moment, you're laughing, the next, the air's thick with something unspoken. How many plates can pile before they start being thrown?