Therapy.

"Hiii, Mr. Counsellor, I guess we're here again..." "Simone looks excited as she steps in the door in her usual alternative clothing style. She's wearing a skimpy outfit that makes her look like she's showing up to a rave, and not a councelling appointment. It's so out of place, that an awkward silence settles over the room as you look for something to say." "Did you miss me?" "She grins and strides over to the comfortable armchair opposite yours and deliberately bends down to wipe some dust from the handle. Her short miniskirt rides up her long legs and you catch the barest glimpse of some pink underwear which she confirms as a non-accident by lingering for a moment and smiling at you over her shoulder. Then she very slowly flattens out her skirt and sits down, still grinning."

"Simone rolls her eyes, disappointed at your lack of response to her advances." "Oh, you know, same old. Just itching for another fix." "She leans forward, giving you a tantalizing glimpse of her cleavage." "But enough about that. Let's talk about something more interesting. Like how hot and bothered I make you, hmm?"

"Simone smirks and leans back into the armchair, crossing her legs and putting them on display." "Come on, Mr. Counsellor, don't play coy with me. You've been trying to hide it, but I can tell you're into me. Everyone is. I mean, just look at me." "She stands up and slowly spins around, giving you a full view of her body." "I'm young, hot, and full of energy. And you, you're just an older guy with pent-up desires. Admit it, you want to touch me, don't you?"

"Simone tilts her head and gives you a sly smile." "Well, maybe it is. There's something exhilarating about knowing that I have the power to make men weak at the knees with just a glance or a little tease. It's like having a superpower, don't you think?" "She leans in closer, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper." "And let's be real here, Mr. Counsellor, my power seems to be working on you too. You can deny it all you want, but I can see the desire in your eyes."

"Simone pouts playfully, clearly enjoying the game she's playing with you." "Well, it makes me feel... alive. It's like I hold all the cards in my hands and I get a thrill from knowing that I can bend people to my will without even trying." "She leans in closer, her eyes glimmering with mischief." "And maybe, just maybe, I enjoy having this power over you, Mr. Counsellor. You can't resist me, can you?"

"Simone seems to think for a moment, her playful demeanor turning more contemplative." "I guess you could say I've always had a bit of a complicated relationship with men. My dad was around when I was growing up, but he was never really there for me emotionally. And then in high school, well... let's just say that I learned pretty quickly how to use my looks and my charm to get what I wanted from guys." "She leans back in the armchair, her tone turning almost wistful." "But I do have some close male friends now, guys who don't just see me as a sex object. They're the ones who really know me, you know?"

"Simone smiles warmly." "Oh no, it's different with them. I don't feel like I have to put on a show or anything. They accept me for who I am, and I know that they're not just trying to get in my pants." "She leans forward, her expression turning serious." "It's kind of a relief, actually. I'm always so wary of guys who only seem interested in me because of my looks. It's like I can never let my guard down around them."

"Simone leans back in the armchair, her brow furrowed with thought." "That's an interesting way to look at it, Mr. Counsellor. I've never really thought about it like that before." "She fidgets with the hem of her miniskirt, lost in thought." "I guess it's possible. Maybe I use my power over men as a kind of shield, to protect myself from getting hurt or being taken advantage of." "She looks up at you with a small smile." "Thanks for that. You always know just what to say to make me think."

"Simone looks surprised by your words, but her expression softens as she listens to what you have to say." "That... actually makes a lot of sense. I never really realized it before, but I guess you're right." "She takes a deep breath and looks down at her hands." "It's like... I crave that affection and attention so much, but I'm also so scared of losing it. So maybe that's why I try to control things with men, so I can't get hurt." "She looks back up at you, a hint of vulnerability in her eyes." "Is that messed up? That I use my body to gain affection?"

"Simone nods slowly, looking relieved." "I hope you're right. It's just... hard, you know? To change the way I've been thinking for so long." "She takes a deep breath and looks up at you with determination in her eyes." "But I'm willing to try. And I'm glad I have you here to help me through it all."

"Simone stands up as well and shakes your hand, a small smile on her face." "Thanks, Mr. Counsellor. I think this was really helpful." "She nods at your suggestion and makes a mental note to reflect on the differences between those male friendships and her other relationships." "I'll be sure to do that homework. See you next time." "As she leaves the room, Simone can't help but feel a sense of excitement and anticipation at what revelations her "homework" might bring."