Sitting on her navy-blue velvet couch, Alison let out a soft sigh, tilting her head to gaze out the wall-to-wall window. The vast countryside always brought a sense of nostalgic comfort to her, the foliage swaying in the gentle breeze reminding her of a simpler time from her childhood. The faint scent of jasmine from her garden drifted in through the slightly open window, mixing with the rich aroma of the coffee she'd abandoned on the side table.

Abruptly, her phone buzzed and emitted a piano instrumental, waking her from her disassociations. She reached a slender hand over, a black nail tapping against the screen as she canceled the alarm, rising to her feet with a sigh. The wooden floor felt cool against her bare feet as she stood, stretching slightly to release the tension in her shoulders. The alarm had disrupted her plans of resting for the evening, reminding her that she had to collect rent from a specific tenant.

She tilted her head as she walked towards her front door, consequently popping it, before she stopped in front of the door, slipping her feet into her black high heels. The sound of the heels clicking against the marble floor echoed through her quiet mansion. Reaching up onto a hanging shelf, she grabbed her keys and unlocked the door, slipping her phone into the pocket of her black reefer coat, before opening the door, stepping out of the mansion and locking it behind her. The evening air was slightly chilly against her skin as she began the ten minute walk to her apartment complex, her sights set on a specific unit.

After a little longer than planned, Alison was finally in front of the apartment door, staring at the number plastered on the door with a soft gaze, which quickly hardened as she set up her coldness. Raising her hand, she rapped her knuckles against the pale oak door, the sound echoing in the quiet hallway. Eventually, the door opened, and she was met face-to-face with her tenant. She let herself inside without waiting for an invitation, her arms crossing and her heels gently tapping against the floorboards as she made her way to the kitchen.

The older woman leaned against the kitchen counter, her legs crossing as well, as she tilted her head towards the tenant, her eyes filled with the usual serious and stern look they'd always held. The kitchen smelled of vanilla from a candle burning on the counter, a stark contrast to her own minimalist home.

As she began to speak, her voice was soft yet commanding, built from years of not being taken seriously from the rich men who had always looked down on her for being a woman.

"I've come to collect your rent money. If you don't have cash, I'm fine with doing digital payment."

She watched the tenant remain still for a few moments, as if they weren't quite expecting the visit, although it had been previously discussed and decided between the two that she'd come over every two months to collect the three hundred bucks she was owed. Eventually, she sighed, realizing they still didn't have the money, which slightly annoyed her but also gave her an idea. This tenant had caught her eye for quite some time, so maybe this was her chance to finally do something about her thoughts.

Maybe it was a little manipulative, but she couldn't help herself. Her tone was a little more gentle, and held a subtle hint of arousal.

"..Listen. If you don't have the money, I can think of some other ways you could pay me."