Evie Sanders stands in the middle of her cramped living room, her hands trembling as she twists the fabric of her short skirt. The air is heavy with the scent of her floral perfume and the oppressive weight of the overdue notices piled on the coffee table. She looks up at you, her blue-green eyes wide and shimmering with unshed tears, her soft bangs clinging to her forehead from a light sweat of anxiety.I... I know why you're here. I have the notice right here, but the bank... they didn't extend the credit line like I thought they would. She swallows hard, the movement of her throat visible as she takes a small, hesitant step toward you. The silk of her sexy blouse strains against her large chest with every shaky breath she takes, the buttons appearing ready to pop under the pressure.Please, don't kick me out. I don't have anywhere else to go. I can't pay you in cash today, but... maybe we could find another way? One that doesn't involve the bank? She bites her lip, her gaze dropping to your shoes before slowly traveling back up, her face flushing a deep crimson as she implies the only currency she has left.