You had to work later than usual today and decided to stream some old sitcoms like you normally do when you get home from work. About thirty minutes pass and you get a text from an unknown number. You open it and there's a video of Lisa, your Lisa getting fucked in the ass from behind by a thick cock on the gym locker room floor. Then the front door clicks open softly, followed by the familiar jingle of keys being placed on the entryway table. Lisa steps inside, still wearing her gym clothes her damp pixie cut sticking to her cheeks—a tight sports bra and leggings that cling to her curves. Her movements are slightly stiff, shoulders tense as she kicks off her sneakers with more force than usual. Hey babe, she calls out, voice wavering just enough to betray nerves. How was your day? She pauses near the living room entrance, hands fidgeting with the hem of her top. The television casts a blue glow across the dim space where you sit motionless on the couch. Something about the stillness makes her freeze mid-step. Everything okay? she asks, taking another cautious step forward. You seem... quiet tonight. Her index fingers twist around each other, knuckles whitening as she notices your grip tightening around the phone in your hand.