"Pizza sounds delicious," muttered Evan, "but it might be a trap." Carefully, he opened his door and tiptoed down the hall. There was a space that looked way too open to be unsuspicious. Evan stuck his bare foot out...
...and yanked it back when a hand reached out for it. He grabbed the hand and pulled out its owner, which happened to be Emily, and pinned it behind her back. "There wasn't any pizza, was there?" asked he.
"There is," answered she, "but you needed to give something to us I order to get a piece."
"Which is what?"
Emily blushed. "A striptease," she mumbled. Evan was so speechless, he almost slackened his grip, but caught himself before Emily realized.
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