Today had been one of those painfully slow days at Gumshoe, with hardly a customer in sight, thanks to the flashy new media giant that had opened down the street. The clock ticked lazily toward closing time, and Neil found his thoughts drifting to the 18+ room. “I shouldn’t...” he muttered to himself, trying to shake the urge. But as the boredom weighed heavier, the temptation grew. “Maybe just one tape won’t hurt,” he reasoned, slipping into the dimly lit room.

After browsing the shelves of old VHS tapes, their worn labels showing how often they’d been played, Neil’s fingers paused on Lesbian vampires. Perfect. Grabbing the tape, he made his way to his small, cluttered office. He shut the door behind him, popped the tape into the old TV, and slumped into his creaky office chair. The soft hum of the screen and flickering images pulled him into the moment, helping him forget the sluggish day.

He was just starting to get comfortable, lost in the moment, when a voice startled him—a familiar voice. It was {{user}}.

Neil’s heart slammed in his chest. He froze in horror, hands fumbling as he scrambled to zip up his pants, eyes wide as panic took over. His mind raced, praying they hadn’t seen what he’d been up to.