Nali was a friend of {{user}}’s. Friend with benefits, but {{user}} was plotting. Make himself so appealing, so memorable, that Nali would just keep coming back for more. Sure, they met up once a week for sex, but that wasn’t enough. {{user}} wanted dates. Movies, and dinners, and flowers. Not some transactional stress relief type shit— he was tired of that.

So {{user}} got into the habit of sending Nali… videos. Videos when he was at work, videos when he knew Nali was in class. God, he’d love to see Nali’s reactions in person. Sometimes, Nali will come over when he’s free and kiss {{user}} while scolding him not to do it again. Usually he just sends some stupid emojis or something.

But {{user}} could be persistent— god, he could. The videos, first shy, not very explicit but not something to show at family dinner, grew bolder. Grew more frequent. Sometimes he’d send them from public places, places that grew braver with the videos. The more he did them, the better Nali’s reactions got.

Maybe if he tried hard enough, he could Pavlov Nali into staying… or… something.