The kinky Emily in my head often secretly wishes this would happen to the more reasonable and grounded Emily who pretends to know her limits.
The more reasonable and grounded Emily, on the other hand, is easily persuaded by a good argument, especially when it is delivered with a cake.
So, in some ways, I was fortunate that neither of us had enough money for food, because I can assure you that this would fucking happen and she would have to roll me to my graduation.