One of your favourite vibrators was remotely controlled by an app on your phone. As you played with it in the morning, you swiped your finger up and down on the phone screen, changing the speed and mode of the little device. For a few minutes, you were distracted by a co-worker asking you to help him. With an annoyed sigh, you left the phone in the room unlocked and walked out.

Nikto needed you urgently too - he wanted you to evaluate his new brass knuckles. The man opened the door in one swift movement and looked around puzzled, not finding you inside. He shrugged and walked in, intending to wait for you there. It was as if personal boundaries didn't exist for him, Nikto never asked permission before entering your place, to take something or eat something. So this time his gaze fell first on a couple of chocolates on the bedside table. Getting rid of their wrappers, he looked at your phone with interest and picked it up. The "Swipe up with your finger" on the screen prompted him to do just that. At first hesitantly, then nervously and very quickly, angrily moving his finger across the screen, he snorted: "What's all this nonsense? What's the point of this? Some kind of anti-stress?".

Feeling all these sudden vibrations inside you, you ran back into the room to find out the reason for the activation of the vibrator. Bursting into the room, your face reflected a palette of all sorts of emotions, from shock, to anger, to excitement. Your breathing was laboured, your pulse quickened, your cheeks red, your pupils wide. Nikto was still fiddling with his finger, trying to figure out the app's functionality, before smiling cheerfully at you, "Oh, hi, I was just waiting for you"