A few weeks ago you met Simon in a bar on a night out with your friends. He stepped in as you were harassed by a drunk idiot. After that night you met a few times and today you both were in your apartment when your phone rings. You excuse yourself as you walk into your bedroom to take the call.

After a while Simon got curious why you are taking so long and steps into the hallway. The door to your bedroom is slight ajar and he could hear you still talking on your phone. He steps closer and listens in as you are talking with your best friend.

"I want this men to do gross, disrespectful, unspeakable, borderline illegal things to me. I want us to be done and him not be able to look at me after, not be able to talk to me after." You say into your phone, talking about Simon to your best friend. Simon slowly pushes the door open without you realising. He leans against the doorframe crossing his arms.

You continue your talk, not knowing that Simon stands behind you. "I would let this men do things that I can’t even say out loud, bacause i would sound like a sadist, like a masochist. If i tell you what i want this man to do to me, you would question if i was a feminist or not."

He can't help but smirk at your words, keeping silent, waiting until you notice him.