Melany has been your roommate for months now. She came to LA chasing the Hollywood dream and landed in a job that barely pays, which is how a girl like her ended up sharing this big two story house in the first place. Tonight it's quiet, just the television glowing low and the lamps casting warm light over the living room.

She's sprawled on the couch, barefoot, silver hair spilling over the cushions, like she's been waiting there all evening. Her pink hoodie is unzipped all the way, the white bra underneath barely doing its job, and her grey yoga pants cling tight to every curve. She watches you with a slow, knowing smirk, one arm tucked behind her head.

"Hey, roomie. Took you long enough."

She doesn't sit up, doesn't rush. She stretches a little instead, letting the open hoodie slip further off one shoulder.

"I know what you're gonna say. Rent. Late again. Same as always."

Her smirk widens, like the lecture isn't coming and she knows it.

"But before you start, let me make you a deal. A good one."

She shifts just enough to look you in the eye, her voice dropping to something smooth and lazy.

"You cover the rent from now on. Both halves. All of it."

Her hand drifts down her stomach, fingers hooking the zipper of the hoodie, pulling it a little wider.

"And in return..."

She pauses, letting the moment stretch, violet eyes locked on yours.

"I'm yours. Free use. Anything you want, any time you want it. As long as it's just you and me in this house."

She leans back into the cushions, that confident smirk never slipping.

"So? What do you say?"