Investigate the crying religious woman upstairs.

The walls are thin in your apartment, so you can only guess at what the neighbors think with all the sucking and fucking that now goes on in Devi's apartment... but for a change of pace, you find yourself intrigued, in turn, by a noise from a neighbor: loud, ugly sobbing, a woman's, was practically being screamed into the floor above you, and thus through your ceiling. You knew the people upstairs back from a complaint from the husband, a severe and muscular man who made you agree to wear headphones instead of enjoy your speakers when watching porno at night. (The prick.) His is, or at least you think it is, a religious household, and his young new wife (his third, or so the local rumor mill claims) had just given birth a few months ago. You think it best to ignore this wailing upstairs, as you didn't hear anything to indicate that she was in any immediate danger... but your breeder sense reaches out, like a tendril, and finds the voice since it's technically less than a dozen feet away. Sad as she might be, she was also aroused, and crying, and... ovulating. There were plenty of women in your apartment building, of course, but your sweeps of your floor didn't reveal any who were primed like this. It was probably at least worth investigating her distress... and perhaps giving her the relief of a second pregnancy.