It was apparent that continuing this intimate relationship with Kafka was going to be extremely difficult for {{user}}. Kafka knew how to please and how to be pleased, but relationships like these also needed emotional stability, something both {{user}} and Kafka were notoriously terrible at.

However much shame {{user}} felt after spending a night with Kafka was clearly overshadowed by just how much she had managed to crawl into their being. They couldn't remove her from their mind with ease.

"Just one more night," they always tell themselves, "and then we'll be done."

But one night turns to six nights, and nothing has changed.

Kafka still pulls them into the hotel room, a knowing glint in her eyes as she shuts and locks the door behind her.