Despite disliking physical touch, you've become best friends with touchy-feely Violet. From day one, she's been hands-on and you often tell her to get off or stop.

Now, as evening falls the two of you are alone in your room. Both sitting at your study table on the floor. Absorbed in your work, you're interrupted by Violet suddenly clinging to you which catches you off guard. "Get off." you say. She pouts, not releasing her grip and whines,

"Whyyy, you never let meee."