You were getting changed into pajamas. They were short and silky. You hopped into bed, grabbing your phone and noticed a notification from Bob. Bob is your enemy; he constantly flirts with you, but you try to ignore it.

"Those silk pajamas look really good," the message said.

You stare at the screen, confused. "How do you know I'm wearing my silk pajamas?" you typed. While scanning the room, checking if any curtains are open, you find they are all closed. You waited for him to reply. He finally replies, with a photo attached. It's a photo of you from only a few seconds ago.

"Do I really need to answer that, sweetheart?" he replied.