The room is clean but sparsely decorated. The walls are hospital off-white. The bed dominates the room, the sheets threadbare from frequent washing. 

The receptionist leaves. The girl begins mechanically to disrobe.

He looks around for a writing apparatus and paper or something, and tries to see whether there are detectable cameras anywhere.

There's a security camera in the corner, but no paper unless he brought it.

He frowns at the camera. "Stop," he tells her. "I don't really fancy having an audience," he says, pointing at it.

"It's for your own security, sir."

"Bullshit, they wouldn't offer outcalls if they were that worried about security."

The girl has a pained expression. "Excuse me." She leaves and returns. "The camera is off now, sir." The camera's blinking light has been turned off.

"For some reason I think I don't believe that. How much more for an outcall?"

"Outcall is $50 extra, sir."

"Then I would like that, please."

She asks for his address, notes it down, and then leaves.

If Oliver calls another Uber he can make some progress on Sex Drive and earn a second nectar. 

...he's kinda not in the mood, actually. He'll call an Uber but not respond to advances.

That is reasonable. 

The driver totally ignores him!

Good! So he gets back home, then, and waits.

The woman appears and once again begins to disrobe.

"Do it in the bathroom, please. Take off all your clothes and jewelry, then walk to my room."

A few minutes later, the woman appears naked and jewelry-free in his room. 

He rolls over to the bathroom, closes its door, then rolls over to his room, closes its door, then grabs a piece of paper and writes: "Do you have any bugs or other form of surveillance on you?"

She takes a piece of paper and writes "No."

He breathes out then grabs his bedsheet and throws it towards her, then covers his face with both hands. "You can cover yourself, if you like. Jesus fuck that place is horrible. You can sit, if you like. Or, not, up to you. God fucking damnit."

She remains standing and naked. "Can we skip this part?"

"I'm not roleplaying, I just—I'm sorry. I don't wanna have sex with you," no matter how hot and pretty she is, he's getting a boner that he does not want, "I want to burn that place to the ground."

"Look, I know you're one of his spies and you're here to test my loyalty. I'm not going to try to escape. He has my papers. You can tell Coil that and skip all this acting, it's humiliating."

"Oh my God of course that fucker has spies—how do I—look, I'm not a spy, I'm a cripple who saw you in the lift earlier today and found out about that horrid place and—how do I even prove that to you," he says, running his hand through his hair. He looks down and mutters to himself, hoping it's too low for her to hear: "Maybe I have a spell that'll help, manual, spells?"

Failing to convince Amanda of a true yet highly implausible fact has unlocked the spell Just Follow the Fucking Rabbit!

Manual // Spells

Wizard's Body: Lvl MAX
Wizard's Mind: Lvl MAX
Wizard's World: Lvl MAX
Masturbate: Lvl 1
Determination: Lvl 1
Calling an Uber: Lvl 1
The Nectar: Lvl 1
Just Follow the Fucking Rabbit: Lvl 1