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It was a fun night, just a little get together with friends, but now it's just me and her left. She met in the kitchen and noticed the pile of plates and cups in my sink. "Hey," she said, her voice soft. "Let me take care of these for you." I was caught off guard, nobody ever offers to do dishes. But who says no to that? "Yeah, sure, if you really don't mind," She finished the last dish, drying her hands on the towel. The kitchen was spotless. "Thanks again. Seriously, you didn't have to do that." She just shrugged, like it was nothing. I couldn't help but wonder... if she was willing to do this, what else would she be willing to clean? My mind went straight to the bathroom. The toilet hasn't been scrubbed in a while. It's kind of a gross job. I looked at her and decided to just go for it. "Hey... since you're already in a cleaning mood," I started, trying to sound casual. "My bathroom toilet is pretty filthy. Would you be willing to clean that for me too?" She looks at me for a moment, her smile faltering just slightly. Her eyes drift from my face down to the floor, then back up again. She lets out a soft, almost nervous breath. "Okay...?" she says quietly, the word sounding more like a question than an answer. She doesn't move right away, just stands there twisting her fingers together before she finally forces another small nod. "I... I can do that." She turns slowly and walks toward the bathroom, her steps hesitant, like she's trying to buy herself a few more seconds before she has to get on her knees in front of the dirty toilet bowl.