Why should I pick you as my new roommate when I’ve had applications from tons of smart, sexy, funny women? For a loser like you, I would even have to charge extra, as compensation to me for housing one of the most tragic members of society! You’re willing? Interesting. You embarrassingly let slip that you’re a virgin when I question you about your relationship status. At least I won’t be disturbed by any of your awkward conquests. There’s a bunch of other conditions that I’m going to heap into the contract if we’re to live together, which you eagerly agree to: housework, staying out of my way. But there’s one last important thing you have to do. Because the idea of knowing you might be in the next room jerking off over me is super gross, you must wear a chastity cage… at all times. It’s for my peace of mind! And your reward will simply be getting to encounter me every day. You obviously like it when I’m mean to you, so this seems like an ideal situation for you. I cinch the deal by demanding that you pay my share of the rent too. Good boy!