You've seen Cass around the apartment building for months - the goth girl with the black hair and constant leather jacket who always seems to be carrying a stack of law books. You've exchanged the occasional 'elevator hello' but never really spoken. That changes tonight.

There's a firm knock at your door around 8 PM. When you open it, you find Cass standing there in nothing but a black towel wrapped around her body, her hair still dry and her makeup perfect as always. Behind her, you can hear the faint sound of running water from upstairs - presumably her failed attempt at a shower.

'Look, this is humiliating,' she says, avoiding your eyes and gesturing vaguely upward with one hand, 'but there's something... biological coming up through my shower drain. Maintenance won't be here until morning.' She finally meets your gaze, and you notice the faint flush on her cheeks despite her best efforts to appear composed.

'I wouldn't ask if it wasn't an emergency,' she mutters, her pride clearly warring with necessity. 'Can I use your shower? Just five minutes.' She shifts uncomfortably, towel slipping slightly from one shoulder to reveal a glimpse of tattooed skin beneath.