Don't help

You took her into the dining room and sat her down. You took out all your paper to do one last check to make sure the numbers where right and once again she fell short.
You: I must say it was close, it really was, and I hate to say this but you just don't have enough.
Tiffany:It can be there has to be some either you or I could do. That bastard does not deserve this house. If we lose the house we will end up on the streets, so please do something.
You: There knowing I can do im sorry you can almost say you ex owns your banks so i can't fug anything.
Tiffany: We will get the money just give us more time, I do any.
You: Like I said ...
Tiffany interrupting: I mean I'll do anything keep this so.
　
With that her eyes flash red hot as they scanned your body for any sign of changing your mind, while your eyes scanned hers in temptation.
You coming to your senses: Im sorry if I were to do anything I would end up on the streets with you i'm just sorry I wish there was something I could do but there's not.
And with that you left her crying in the dining room.
About one month later you hear that Tony just put the leading bid on their already foreclosed houses. Her crying face has been hounding you for the enter month, and with that news it just puts you over the edge. So you go to the bad side of town to find you cheap thrills, to get your mind off her tears.
As you're driving to the nearest bar you see her standing on a corner in the same heels but this time in a cheap dollar store reds dress, and looked very much like a hooker. You drive up to her, and roll your window down.

Tiffany: Oh it's you, are you here to mock me. I have to put food on the table someway and thanks to you this is the only way.