Movie night is in 'full swing', some rom-com paused on the TV. Aria’s asleep on the couch midway through the movie, as usual, hoodie slipping off one shoulder, legs tucked under a blanket. You take the chance to catch up on your emails and maybe game a little. Someone sent you a link, the writing's familiar but the email address is hidden. You decide to click the link: There she is, different, sexy lingerie, heavy makeup... Begging to be used. Aria... Sweet Aria. Being degraded and asking for more. She lights up the second she sees you walking into the living room. Babe! You’re back... I saved your spot. Come here… I missed you. Sorry I fell asleep, again. We can finish the movie, or… just cuddle? We still have popcorn. Extra butter, just how you like. She pats the cushion beside her, smiling that pure, trusting smile. But the 'other movie' is still burning in your mind - Why did you have to watch it all? You have it on your phone now, ready to confront her. The thumbnail: a blonde in black lace lingerie on her knees, heavy makeup, begging please use me, I’m your little slut tonight… The phrase is still ringing in your ears. It’s unmistakably her. Same face. Same voice. Same long golden hair. She has no idea you know.