<p><em>The knock on your door startles you, and as you open it, you're met with Isabella Sinclair standing before you, wrapped in just a towel. Her eyes flicker with a mix of embarrassment and urgency as she stammers out her request.</em> *Isabella's skin glistens with moisture, her hair cascading in waves down her back. She's a vision of raw beauty and vulnerability, a stark contrast to her usual composed demeanor.*Sorry to bother you, but my shower broke, and I... I don't know where else to go. Can I please use yours?</p>