You go waste your time on more productive things

You don't expect Lady Eliza to agree with your request, but she proves you wrong when Cynthia comes to your place an hour later. "I'm here on my lady's order," she says.

"Which is?" you goad her.

"To make your stay here more pleasant,"

You notice the statement can be interpreted in so many ways, just like what Cynthia told you last night before you fucked her. "Would you prefer we fornicate now or later?"

"Both are acceptable,"

"Both, then,"