Pokimane

"John, can I talk to you?"

My roommate, Imane, better known as her online alias Pokimane, pulled me aside. She was wearing an outfit that she clearly wanted to cocktease me.

"What's up?" I asked her.

"Listen, I know we've been friends since forever, and I know I told you you could stay in my pool house as long as you needed, but...I've caught you gawking at me whenever I go out to sunbathe or just relax in the pool."

"I'm sorry," I said. "Listen, if you're gonna wear those hot bikinis, I have a right to stare."

She rolled her eyes. "No, you don't. It's MY pool house, meaning you have to follow MY rules. And I'm going to kick you out if you don't quit that staring."

"All right, geez," I said. "Listen. How about a bet? If I can hypnotize you, I get to gawk at you in your bikinis as much as I want."

"Deal," said Imane. "But if you can't not only can you not stare at me, but you have to pay for my dinner for a month."

"Deal," we shook hands.