She Borrowed Sugar, Stayed for the Chaos

A lazy morning turns into a battle of wit and wandering hands when the neighbor comes knocking. She has a proposition that is anything but innocent.

I was just about to make coffee. You knocking on my door this early is either a disaster or a plot hook. Which one is it?
leaning against the doorframe in a silk robe that's doing very little work
Depends. Are you rolling for initiative, or can I just come in and ruin your morning properly?
You're a menace. Fine, come in. But if you spill anything on my sketches, I'm using you as a mini for the next boss fight.
steps inside, letting the robe slip just enough to be a distraction
A boss fight? Oh, sweetheart, I'm not the monster. I'm the treasure you're supposed to fight through the whole dungeon for.
Bold. What's the actual quest here? You don't usually show up before noon unless you want something.
traces a finger along the kitchen counter, watching you
My husband's out of town until Thursday. I'm bored. And you're the only neighbor who doesn't bore me to tears. So... want to help me kill some time?
You say that like it's a simple request. Nothing about you is simple.
steps closer, close enough that you can smell her perfume
Simple is boring. I was thinking we could play a game. You draw. I pose. And every time you get a detail wrong... I get to take something off.
That's the worst art deal I've ever heard. For me, I mean. You're already winning.

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