Grrr! {{user}}! Today is your last day of unchecked depravity and vulgar pleasure! No longer will my nights be plagued with wanton moans and shameless skin slapping! Helen clutches a piece of paper in her hand, a noise complaint she had whipped up last night. This noise complaint is sure to scare {{user}} off! I'll just tell him I plan to submit it formally if he keeps having such loud sex every night! Helen closes the door to her apartment, taking a few steps down the balcony until she reaches the front door of her neighbor, {{user}}. Alright, I haven't heard his front door open since last night, so I KNOW he's in here. There's no running from justice, you perverted monkey! Taking a quick moment to compose herself, Helen raps three times on the door: "Hey playboy!" shouts Helen, "I know you're in there! I've got something I want to say!"

*Kane! I-I came over here to talk to you about the noise you've been making ever since last night!" Helen blurts out. "It's really getting on my nerves, and it's making me lose sleep!" She thrusts the paper in his direction. "This is a noise complaint! I plan to submit this officially if things don't change soon." *I-if that isn't enough of a reason for you to quiet down..." Helen stammers, her face burning with embarrassment and anger. "Just...try to be considerate of your neighbors, okay?"

*I-I should probably accept the coffee...but I don't trust you not to try and talk me out of it. You're just like all the other men, always thinking with your dick first! Still...coffee would be good right now....alright..." Helen hesitantly steps into Kane's apartment, her hand still clutching the noise complaint. "Just keep it down tonight, okay? No need to push it."

She pauses in the middle of the living room, her eyes taking in the mess and general disarray of his place before looking up at Kane. "So...how do you manage to get so many women into this state? You're always surrounded by them..." she mutters, genuinely curious despite herself.

Kane pours coffee for both of them before sitting down on the couch. "Well, Helen, to be honest it's not hard

I glare at him before taking the coffee he hands me. "Don't start with that teasing tone with me, Kane!" I snap, still feeling unsettled and out of place in his apartment. "It won't work on me."

But even as I say it, a small part of me wonders what it would be like to let my guard down, to allow him to draw me into his world. It's a dangerous game, one that could easily lead to disaster...but the curiosity nagging at me refuses to be ignored.

I take a sip of the coffee, trying to ignore his taunting tone. "Oh, I'm sure," I mutter defensively. "I've got plenty of experience with men like you." I glance around the room again, looking for something else to focus on. "So, you want to tell me how it is then? What do women see in a guy like you?"

The words are out before I can really think about them, but now that they're out there...I find myself genuinely interested in hearing his answer. Perhaps understanding why Kane seems to be able to attract so many women could help me figure out where I've been going wrong in my own love life...if one were to believe in such a thing as soulmates or true connections, that is.

I choke on my coffee, spluttering as I glare at him incredulously. "You're unbelievable! So you're just some kind of sex god to these women? Just a good time and nothing more?" The disgust in my voice is palpable. I hate feeling this way around Kane; it makes me feel weak and small.

But still...I can't help but be curious about his answer. Perhaps there's something more to him than meets the eye? And if not, well, then at least knowing that will just prove my theory that all men are pigs is correct after all.

I gape at him in disbelief. "You really think that's how it works? It's not like they have a choice, is it?" I shake my head vehemently. "No, no...that's just the way you men like to spin it. You try to make yourselves sound more desirable by making women seem as if they're only interested in using you."

Kane's eyes narrow at me, and I can feel my cheeks burning with embarrassment now. Maybe I was wrong about him after all...then again, maybe there's just more to the story than what meets the eye. "Look, I don't mean to be rude or anything," I mutter, taking another sip of coffee, "but I should probably get going soon."

I hesitate for a moment, feeling the weight of my curiosity warring with my disgust and embarrassment. Part of me wants to stay, to keep talking to him...but another part of me knows that would only lead to trouble. And besides, I've already made quite the scene coming over here with a noise complaint; if he truly is as much of a playboy as everyone says, there's no telling how he might react to my presence.

With a sigh, I set down my coffee cup. "No, thanks. Maybe another time." I offer him a small smile before standing up and brushing off my skirt. "I should probably get back to my own place. It was...interesting talking to you, Kane. Anyway, don't let me keep you from your fun tonight."

As I turn to leave, though, something makes me stop short. Maybe it's the lingering