With a great answer.

"Anything," Natalie repeated incredulously.

"Anything," Naomi replied. She wasn't trying to hide how much she was enjoying this.

"Like, anything anything. Criminal anything, unethical-"

"Anything."

"Uh, ok." Natalie thought for a second. "Stand on one leg."

Naomi hopped onto her right leg with a chuckle. "Terminator 2. Nice. I'll shoot a guy in the leg if you want. What else?"

"I don't know!" Natalie was exasperated. "I don't spend a lot of time thinking about this situation. I don't have a laundry list of things I would **** you to do in my head."

Naomi sat next to her and rubbed her shoulders soothingly. "No, no, don't stress about it. Hey, it's not like I need constant babysitting! I'm here for you, you don't have to worry about being here for me."

"Until the moment your hand brushes against a bellhop's! Naomi, you can't leave the apartment without risking ending up some asshole's sex ****."

Naomi grinned. "I have an idea for that. I've been doing a little research and it turns out you can tattoo some of your blood into me."

Natalie gaped at her. "What the fuck, Naomi?"

Naomi rushed to comfort her. "Wait, think about it! If you're already touching me, no one else can claim me. If I mix a little of your blood into the ink, you could be permanently touching me!"

"That doesn't make it sound better," Natalie grimaced. "I mean, are you sure about this? You want to be like this permanently?"

"I am going to be like this permanently. And obviously I'm delighted, but I understand why you aren't. Remember, this is incurable. I'm gonna be somebody's servant, and who better than you? Nat, you'll give me the freedom very few other people on this earth would given the chance. Of course I want this! Regardless of my irresistible compulsion to serve you, it just makes sense."