She's late on rent again. Same story as every month, and this time you were fully ready to confront her about it. But when you walk in that evening, she's already there, sprawled on the couch like she's been waiting for you. Legs crossed, that sleek little smirk on her face, not a hint of apology in sight.
She doesn't let you get a word in. Instead, she lays out a deal. You cover the rent, both halves, from now on. In exchange, as long as it's just the two of you living under this roof, she's free use. Any time, any place, any way you want her. No questions, no refusals, no strings attached.
She says it like it's the easiest decision in the world, like she already knows your answer. All that's left is for you to take the deal.
