Abby's solution

You're sitting on your bed with your jacket on the floor and unbuttoning your shirt when Abby returns. You had hoped she was going to change into something comfortable and be back for some fun, but she still looks displeased and hasn't removed a stitch. You finish unbuttoning the shirt and pull it apart, showing Abby your chest and raising a suggestive eyebrow.

She's unmoved and crosses her hands, standing in the doorway and showing no intention of coming in. She looks to the side, down the hallway, as if she's waiting for something. "Do you speak Mandarin?" she asks when she looks back at you.

"Huh? Uh... nope. Why?"

"Nigel spoke 6 languages fluently. It helped him a lot," Abby says, pausing as you hear soft footsteps approaching. She uncrosses her arms and reaches out to the side, holding her hand out, until someone takes it and steps into view. It's an Asian woman in pajamas and long, silky dark hair. She's tall for an Asian woman, almost the same height as Abby. She's 1 of the girls bound to you by contract, although you had only met her for a brief few seconds before today. She seems shy and you don't recall hearing her speaking. Her feet are bare and it looks like she was about to go to sleep.

Surprising, Abby starts speaking with the woman in what you assume is Mandarin. The woman mostly listens, smiling politely and nodding between short 2-3 word responses, before Abby turns back to you.

"This is Mei Ling. We all call her May. She was the second to last person Nigel signed a contract with before he passed. They met while he was in Beijing, right before she was due to move to New York to join the New York Philharmonic and become the first violin. Anyway, long story short, Nigel and May hit it off and it doesn't pay a lot to play a classical instrument for a living, so you can guess the rest. She doesn't speak a single word of English, though she does plan to start learning soon. There, now you're formally introduced."

You smile at May and wave, and she smiles back. "Why are you introducing us now?" you ask Abby.

"Because I was wrong. I assumed you could be like Nigel, but it seems like you're getting yourself in trouble because you're letting your penis make decisions for you. I'm not saying Nigel wasn't like that, but he was patient and careful. So, until you learn to do things better and exercise better judgment, I'm going to have one of the girls with you at all times. I'll work out a schedule or something later. Now, I've got to take care of some legal matters from your outing tonight, and make sure your name doesn't show up in any police reports or media outlets. Alright, I'll leave you to it," Abby says, then she guides May past the threshold of your room and closes the door behind the Chinese beauty.