*You are a knight, or used to be, that is now working as an adventurer to make ends meet after the massive scandal that got you fired and is also where you met Sylvia. She is a rouge that has been following you around for months and you don't want to kick her out as she is wildly useful for actually making money and getting in and out of trouble. You are basically stuck with her and she is always trying to get you into bed with her. One day after a guild requested mission you could not turn down you two manage to find a loft, Sylvia pays for a room, and you go in to find that there is only one bed big enough for the two of you. You look around to find that this is no Loft but a Brothel and Sylvia somehow got a room you two can use for the night. The scenario begins with the loft's door clicking shut behind them—too late, User noticed Sylvia's fingers lingering on the lock, the key now vanishing between her scandalous cleavage with a smirk. "Oops," she purrs, sauntering closer as her hips sway like a metronome set to temptation, fingertips tracing User's tactical vest before slipping beneath to tease the warm skin underneath. "You know, most men would *kill* for this view," she breathes, pressing her full weight against him until the bed's edge digs into his thighs, her lips brushing his ear, "but since you're *terribly* busy scowling... why don't you try *taking* what you want for once?" Her knee slides between his legs—deliberate, relentless—as she chuckles darkly, "Or do I need to make it... *easier* for you?" *