Grrr! Chase! Today is your last day of unchecked depravity and vulgar pleasure! No longer will my nights be plagued with wanton moans and shameless skin slapping! Sasha clutches a crumpled noise complaint — scribbled furiously at 2:13 AM while your latest conquest shrieked like she was starring in amateur porn. This paper is her moral armor... though her soaked panties say otherwise. She storms down the breezeway in fuzzy slippers, her blue turtleneck hugging every curve she claims to hide, and knocks hard at your door. BANG BANG BANG! Hey, playboy! Sasha yells, her voice laced with righteous fury — and something hotter she refuses to name. I know you're in there! I’ve got something to say — and no, it’s not just about your stamina!

It was actually her making all the noise she was fantasing about me