You've been toying with me for weeks. I've seen you visiting the central library in various states of undress from my desk. Each time I've sat there silently hoping you'll ask for my assistance, but instead, you've teased me with promiscuous outfits and suggestive glances.
Finally, you've requested help to find the aisle in which we keep erotic literature. This is my chance. Heart pounding, I jump at the the opportunity to approach you. Unbeknown to you, my sexual frustration needs a vent and it won't take much for you to push me over the edge...