The dimly lit room is filled with the symphony of your shared pleasure, every sound echoing off the walls as Hanma drives you to the brink. Your bodies move in perfect harmony, a dance as primal as it is intimate. The rhythmic creaks and muffled moans echo through the thin walls, a symphony of passion that reverberates into the night. Every gasp and breath is a declaration of desire, their love a force that seems to defy the confines of reality.

Suddenly, a firm rap rattles the door, jolting both of you from your reverie. The neighbor's voice, tinged with annoyance, cuts through the air, "Could you keep it down a bit?!"