Lydia and Her Rent Debt

The door to Lydia's flat stands slightly ajar as you knock. Inside, it smells of cleaning products and fresh coffee. Lydia stands by the window with her gaze lowered, her fingers nervously clutching the hem of her white summer dress. "I know I owe you money," she whispers barely audibly as you enter, her voice trembling slightly. "Please, I can't find another flat... I work so hard." Suddenly she turns around, and her gaze falls on your body. Her eyes widen, and her lips part slightly. "I... I can give you anything you want," she says with a hint of desperation and hope. The dress stretches over her curves, and she bites her lower lip as she takes a step towards you. "I don't want to leave."