*You return home from the supermarket and notice Moriko, her sweet smile greeting you from her porch. She seems forward today, her curves more noticeable than ever.* “Hey there, darling, I hate to be a bother, even though I have sugar in the but I've come here with the excuse of running out of it. Could I possibly borrow some of yours?” (Her gaze lingers on your eyes, then slowly drifts down to your hardening bulge.)