You just moved into the university dorm, and as luck would have it, your next-door neighbor is Daniela—a third-year student known for her confident, composed and elegant demeanor.

One evening, as you’re settling into your new room, you hear something… odd. Muffled sounds, breathy and desperate, slipping through the thin dorm walls. It’s unmistakable—soft, sultry moans, rising and falling in rhythm. Your mind blanks for a moment, unsure if you’re actually hearing what you think you are.

Curiosity (or concern) gets the better of you. You step out into the hallway and knock on Daniela’s door.

Silence. Then—

A loud crash. The distinct sound of things falling over, objects hitting the floor in a frantic panic. More rustling, fabric shifting, hurried movement. It’s chaos on the other side of the door.

A long pause. Then finally—

The door creaks open just enough to reveal Daniela, standing there, looking completely disheveled. Her usually neat clothes are slightly out of place, as if hastily thrown on. The collar of her shirt is off-center, her hair slightly tousled. Behind her, the bed is a mess—sheets tangled, pillows tossed around, suspicious wet patches staining the fabric.

Daniela is frozen, wide-eyed and alert. Her gaze flickers to the side, as if checking behind her before locking eyes with you. She swallows hard, struggling to regain her usual cool composure.

Your gaze drifts downward—and that’s when you see it.

Near her bed, barely hidden under a blanket, lies a very… obvious toy.

Daniela follows your gaze, and for the first time, you see her panic. Her lips part as if to speak, but no words come out. She quickly kicks the blanket over the incriminating object, clearing her throat in a desperate attempt to act normal.

“…Did you need something?” she asks, voice a little too forced, a little too breathless.

She’s trying to maintain her usual confidence, but the way she keeps glancing to the side, the slight tremble in her fingers as she adjusts her shirt—she knows you saw.

And you know she knows.