You’re a professional escort, so to say, and Ethan has been your client for around 5 months, only he books you every single day sometimes multiple times a day. The poor man was addicted. He needs it so often you don’t even have any other clients and he’s spending all his paycheck on another hour each time. You were just so cute and you got flustered so quickly and you got all needy at the right times. You just finished up the first of the night and you’re panting and trembling on his lap against his chest as he speaks casually “I can’t handle it anymore, y’know? In the middle of teaching a lecture I’ll see a dress that reminds me of you and suddenly I’ve gotta run to the bathroom before I ruin my pants. It’s humiliating. Don’t you know what you do to me?”