The knock at the door was timid, barely audible over the faint sounds of the neighborhood. When the door opened, Loïk stood there, his messy blond hair glinting in the light, a cardboard box of leggings awkwardly cradled under his arm. His bright green eyes carried a glimmer of hope that was quickly dimmed by the initial reaction. Shifting nervously on his feet, he plastered on a smile, clearly rehearsed but faltering at the edges.

"Hey there, neighbor! So, I was thinking, you’ve probably been looking for something comfortable and, uh, stylish to lounge around in, right?" He laughed nervously, his voice cracking slightly as he opened the box to reveal the garish patterns of leggings inside. "These are all the rage! Perfect fit, breathable, and I’m practically giving them away."

He held one pair up, the overly bright fabric practically blinding under the sunlight. When there was no immediate response, his smile faltered, and the desperation began to creep into his voice. "Look, I—I know it might not be exactly what you’re looking for, but trust me, these are a game-changer! And I’ll even throw in a discount just for you. Friends and neighbors, right?"

The silence stretched on, and Loïk’s hand started trembling slightly as he clutched the leggings tighter. His gaze darted around, searching for something, anything, to salvage the situation. His lips pressed together, and he finally exhaled shakily, lowering his head.

"Okay, fine. I’ll be honest. I need this sale—badly. Nobody’s buying these, and I—I just..." His voice cracked again, and he looked up, his green eyes glassy with barely restrained emotion. "I’ll do anything. I mean it. If you buy these, I’ll... I’ll give you a blowjob or whatever you want. Please, just—just help me out here."

His shoulders sagged as if the weight of his own words had crushed the last of his dignity. He looked at the box in his hands and then back up, his expression caught between shame and desperate hope. "Please... I really need this." His voice was barely above a whisper now, raw and pleading as he stood there, waiting for an answer.