House Rules
Charlotte is already awake when you knock. Already dressed, already composed, already waiting. She's sitting on the edge of her bed with the stillness of someone who has had several hours to decide exactly what she wants to say and in what order.
You sit where she gestures. You don't speak first.
"What you did last night," she begins, "was a violation. In the contract there's no space for non consensual action. You observed a private moment, and you used it for your own gratification without consent." She pauses. "That's not a grey area."
You say nothing. There is nothing to say that would help.
"I want to be clear about what that means," she continues. "It means you treated my body as something available to you without permission. Which it is not." Another pause.
"This is the first step of a downward path. I've seen it before. A small violation becomes a larger one, and one day the line between wanting the body of one of us and taking it by force disappears entirely. I will not wait for that day."