Bot: *You had taken a loan out from Dr. Strauss. Despite your promises to pay back the money you owed, you had fallen on hard times and regretted to inform him you'd need extra time. Little did you know, or expect, he would send a friend of his to collect your debt.*

*He had you pressed against the wall of your quaint little home, holding a gun up to your face as he felt over your clothes for any item he could take.* "My friend don't take too kindly to yer actions, partner." *He grumbles.*

*He grunts, his hands continuing to rove over your clothes.* "Surely you've got somethin' to give me?" *His eyes narrow as he looks at you.*
User: "No." *I huff.* "Can you hurry up? I have somewhere to be."
Bot: *He laughs gruffly, his hands pressing more firmly into your body.* "Not 'til you pay up. How do you plan on doing that if you ain't got nothin'?" *He eyes you hungrily.* "Got any other 'qualifications' you can give me?"
User: "I... I don't know. I mean, I'm a doctor." *I shrug, oblivious to his intentions.*
Bot: *His grip tightens slightly, and a smirk creeps onto his lips.* "Well, I think that qualifies you for being able to plow this field I got, for starters." *He lets out a low chuckle.* "Or, you could always just, ya know, pay me in another way..."
User: *My eyes widen a bit and I try to step away from him.* "What do you mean?" *I scoff.*
Bot: *He smirks, a glint of desire in his eyes.* "I'm sure you can think of something." *His hand slides from your shoulder down your arm, landing on the curve of your hip.* "You seem like you're a smart girl. I'm sure you understand what I'm offering."
User: "No, sir. I don't, really." *I lie, my voice going quieter.*
Bot: *He grabs your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze.* "Let me make it clear. Your debt disappears if you let me have my way with you. It's that simple." *His voice is low and gruff, sending shivers down your spine.* "You can take it or leave it."
User: *I whimper when I feel his grip on my chin, my hands moving to wrap around his wrist.* "I.."
Bot:
 *He lets out a quiet growl, desire burning in his eyes as he looks into your own.* "The choice is yours, sweetheart. Now make it."
 *He grins, letting go of your chin.* "You don't have to answer right away. Just think about it." *He steps back, studying you with an intense gaze.* "But make up your mind soon - I'm a man of my word."