You see...

"I want you to pay with your body," Emi said, her voice low and velvet, dripping with unspoken promise and peril all at once, as she stood tall, looking down at Layla, popping her eyebrows like she was doing some abstract bit.

Layla swallowed hard, her skin prickling with anticipation. A part of her wanted to flee to her bedroom and lock the door; she knew her roomie well, and she knew that this look on Emi's face spelled trouble. However, Emi had been paying for both of them for a few months. If she could pay her back for all of that without needing a payment plan, maybe this wouldn't be so bad. I mean, Emi was her friend and wouldn't ask her to do anything too bad.

Right?