Pressure her even more

You don’t back away. If anything, you lean in closer, your large sweaty belly almost pressing against her.

“A few more days?” you repeat slowly, your voice thick with mock sympathy. “You’ve already had two months, Madison. Two months of living in my nice apartment while I get nothing.”

She looks up at you, her eyes glassy with anxiety.

You continue, your tone growing heavier:

“So tell me… what exactly are you willing to do to convince me to be generous and give you more time?”

Madison’s mouth opens slightly, but no words come out at first. Her cheeks burn bright red with humiliation. She glances down the hallway nervously, as if scared someone might see her talking to you like this.

“I… I don’t know what you mean,” she whispers, even though her expression says she understands perfectly.

You shake your head and click your tongue.

“Don’t play dumb with me, Madison. You’re a smart girl. A very pretty girl.” Your eyes drop blatantly to her cleavage again. “So I’ll ask you one more time…”

You reach out and lightly tug at the white belt on her red dress, not hard enough to pull it, but enough to make your intention clear.

“What are you willing to do to make this rent problem… go away?”

Madison’s breathing becomes faster and shallower. She looks trapped and overwhelmed. Her voice cracks as she finally speaks, barely audible:

“Mr. Rose… please don’t make me say it. I’m married. I have a husband. I can’t… I shouldn’t have to do… that.”