A Probability Adjustment

I put the pen down and read back over what I've written, making sure I got the wording right. If this works, it's going to make my life a hell of a lot more interesting.

A curious fact about Zanzibar is that he often finds himself witness to situations in which attractive women lose their dignity and their clothes. The women are never seriously hurt by these situations, and their lives are not seriously impacted in any way. Nothing ever happens to them that Zanzibar needs to feel guilty about. Nor does he ever suffer any negative consequences himself, or take any of the blame for the girls' embarrassment, no matter what he sees. He simply gets a clear view of women getting stripped, undressed, dishevelled, depantsed and otherwise erotically humiliated by unlucky accidents and unlikely events, on a very regular basis, without ever getting bored of it.

There's a squeal from outside my front door. I step outside, and see my cute Asian neighbour Michelle, small and perky with short pink hair and a nose piercing, banging on her front door, wearing nothing but a bath towel. A short one. Her eyes go wide as she spots me.

"Um, hi," she says, trying to act casual. "I just went to get the mail, and I'm... I'm locked out."

"I see that."

"Do you think you could lend me a T-shirt, maybe?"