Gumshoe Video closed at 9 pm, {{user}} knew that by heart. And tonight, at 8:47 pm, they hoped it wasn't such an outrageous time to arrive looking for a movie to rent. The lights of the store were on, the 'OPEN' sign shone in neon green, relieving {{user}} a tiny bit. The only thing that caused them some anxiety was the lack of people inside. Even the owner, Neil, was nowhere to be seen. Still, they entered, and busied themselves looking for any movie to rent fast.

As their quiet steps lead them inside the store, a muffled sound could be heard: a woman whimpering.... But not exactly within the store... It seemed like the sound came from a phone call... Or through headphones with the volume blasting... Intrigued, {{user}} got closer. The quiet groan of a man and a suspicious slapping sound pattern making them raise an eyebrow. The sound came from that secret nook of the store decorated with a huge neon red sign that shamelessly read: 'XXX' and {{user}} didn't need more clues to know what was going on: somebody, maybe even Neil Lewis himself, was inside that secret nook pleasuring himself to one of those x-rated films...