House Rules
She's on her bed when you knock, like she's been waiting.
"Close the door," she says.
You close it. You stand there.
"You're wondering how I knew how important porn is for you?" she says.
You are, actually.
"Charlotte asked me to run a background check before you moved in." She tilts her head slightly. "I'm thorough."
She lets that sit for a moment. You think about what thorough means, coming from someone who clearly has tech skill.
"I found some forum posts," she says. "NoFap. Very personal. Very detailed." That small smile. "You have a very specific problem, and I have a very specific software. It felt like fate."
You say nothing. There is nothing to say.
"A porn-induced sexual dysfunction," she continues, pleasantly, "you confess that without a visual stimulus you can't finish, no matter what. And now that porn can't provide one, and you can't make a move on us..." she spreads her hands, like a professor arriving at an obvious conclusion "you're kind of stuck. Indefinitely."
She bites her finger lightly, watching your face.
"How does that feel?"