Half Time: Leah rejects Coach Reed's Suggestions (Lust: -60 Luck: +20)

“I really don’t think that is appropriate…” Leah was flabbergasted that he would have even mentioned such an idea. “Like—are you freaking kidding me!?”

"Leah, I know it's unconventional, but I'm ****," Coach Reed pleaded. "We need this win, and your... presence has a way of... inspiring the guys." He couldn't help but sneak a glance at her breasts, which were emphasized by her tight black top blouse.

“Uh sorry no. I am not doing that.” Leah said and spun around and left. The team could win or lose on their own. She wasn’t sure if it was her own “ick” with Coach Reed or his own frustration that Leah wouldn’t “motivate” the team—but something seriously felt “off” about their relationship. At least in that moment. Leah couldn’t believe he would ask that. She wouldn’t **** herself like that. She headed back to the stands.