Walk out

Making a choice almost as hard as his dick, Ethan turns towards the hall.

“W-Wait!” Alex calls after him, unfurling her legs from under herself, looking ready to give chase. “Where are you going!?”

“You said if I refuse, then there's the door.” Glancing back at her, Ethan offers a small shrug. “I refuse.”

Alex gawks at him, her jaw slacking. “S-Seriously!?”

“Seriously.”

Turning back to the hall, Ethan makes for the door. He hears Alex rising, the sound of rapid footfalls behind him. “Hold up! Hold up a second!” She catches up to him in the entryway, her eyes wide as saucers. “Stay. Please. I’m sorry I was…” her lips quivering, she looks to be on the verge of tears. “I thought you’d be into it…”

Ethan isn't exactly sure why she’d think that. But circumstances have changed. She’s not going to make Ethan strip, or likely even shower now. If he walks out, he’s walking out on her. Permanently. The option to stay, and keep his dignity, is now on the table.