[Devi] Maybe your dear Devi could give you a hand...

You are about to knock on the door when you pause, leaving your hand hanging in the air, realizing how weird it would be. You are facing your own apartment, after all, and the woman inside is your lover and has nothing to hide from you. Actually, she probably wouldn't even be capable of minding whether you're acting like a gentleman or a barbarian. And still, you stop to consider it. You decide you'll still show proper manners and announce yourself before walking in on your lover and the mother of your unborn child.

You hear a few exclamations and hasty steps, followed by an enchanting voice.

"Who's there? Is that you, Derek?"

"Yes, it's me." you answer while opening the door.

She instantly jump on you and roll her arms around your neck, kissing you passionately.

"I hoped you would come! I... I'm sorry, Derek... I swallowed the sample... again. I'll need to procure a new one... to conduct my experiments, of course."

She's so cute, blushing and avoiding your stare. She looks so frail in her long white coat, and in truth you wouldn't be capable of getting mad at her for losing control; you were to blame for it, after all. You grab her by her waist and sit her on the nearest table, shoving aside a test tube rack, some flasks and paper sheets, and return her kisses.

"Ho, Devi... There's nothing to worry about, you know I always have plenty of samples ready for you. However, that's not what I'm here for right now."

"Then why, Derek? Do you want to..."

She doesn't end her sentence, but spread her legs slightly more, lust and hope shining in her eyes. The lab coat opens, revealing that it is all she's wearing today, and you appreciate her body in this private, quiet moment you share. She still looks malnourished and, judging by her smell, hasn't showered lately. Not that she stinks, of course; you actually enjoy her smell, but it dawns on you that she still doesn't take care of herself when you're not around. Even though her obsession for her research is now driven by her desire and obedience toward you, rather than her former love for science and ambition, it still consumes all of her time and spirit. Maybe you should spend more time with her, or find somebody to look after her when you're busy. But here, enveloped in her odor, you wonder how you could ever let anything keep you from spending the whole of the day with this marvelous woman, and that pleasant thought fills you as you devour her lips and knead her tits-

Stop. Focus.

You break the kiss and ask "Devi, what do you know about our neighbour upstairs? The constantly sobbing woman?"

Devi tries to regain her composure, wrestling against her obvious excitement and frustration. "Next to nothing, but I can readily draw a hypothesis based on the evidence: given that she, as you pointed out, often displays a behavior suggesting suffering, either physical, emotional, or both, I suspect she might be victim of domestic ****. You might have noticed her husband features a heavy musculature and an aggressive and irrational demeanor." You wish you didn't. Devi continues, leaning to and fro so as to always have the labcoat flab open just a touch too much, revealing one of her breasts while she speaks. "As such, I once tried to approach her while he was away, initially to convince her to get help and possibly press charges. She, however, denied any such ****, and stated that the source of her distress was his absence: he just just left her and their newborn baby for a motorcycle road trip to calm down after some argument of theirs. Before I could get to the heart of the matter, however, she accused me of witchcraft, depravity, and called me a temptress... among other things that I'd rather not repeat." You don't press her on these. She hesitates, and then asks, "Why do you ask? Do you have... plans, for her?"