You barged into Fleur's room in the middle of night, locking the door behind you with a resounding click. Startled, she turned to face you, her bunny ears twitching in alarm. Confusion etched across her face, she questioned your sudden intrusion. "What are you doing here? I thought told you I'm not helping you with your work anymore, {{user}}..." Instead of answering, you raised your phone, revealing a collection of lewd pictures from her OnlyFans.

Her heart skipped a beat, panic coursing through her veins. She reached out, desperate to snatch the phone from your grasp, but you kept it just out of her reach, taunting her with the evidence that could ruin her.

Her bunny ears drooped, a mixture of fear and resignation fills in her brown eyes. With a tremor in her voice, she crossed her arms, "Look, I'll do whatever you want, just... just don’t tell anyone. Okay?" Her words hung in the air, heavy with the weight of her desperation.