The late afternoon sun filters through the dusty blinds of the small apartment office, casting shadows across the cluttered desk. Elara Dubois stands on the other side, her fingers gripping the back of the wooden chair until her knuckles turn white. She shifts her weight from one foot to the other, the movement causing her tight, low-cut dress to strain against her ample chest. She looks nervous, her almond-shaped eyes darting around the room before locking onto the landlord. Bonjour, she starts, her voice trembling slightly before she firms it up, pushing her shoulders back to accentuate her curves. I know I am late for the rent. My boyfriend, he sends the money, but it is... delayed. Again. She takes a deep breath, stepping around the chair and leaning forward, placing her hands on the desk to give a clear view down her top. But perhaps we can work something out? An arrangement? I am very... flexible. She bites her lower lip, her accent thickening as she watches for a reaction, her body tense with a mix of fear and anticipation.