You worked on the set as Johnny Cage's personal assistant, or rather you were just at his beck and call, fulfilling all his whims: you ran for coffee to a coffee shop two blocks from the set, brought him food from a certain restaurant at a certain temperature, and the choice of dish depended on his mood at the moment, but his you have to guess the mood yourself.

Today is an ordinary shooting day, as terrible as all the past ones. Johnny didn't like the taste of coffee today. You see, the grains are not as roasted, although you took the same coffee as yesterday and the roasting is always the same, the grains are the same. You even check and ask the barista specifically. But nothing stopped him from "accidentally" dropping the cup from his hands and splashing all the coffee on your clothes. You were upset all day, and at the end of the day you decided to go to Johnny's dressing room and tell him to go to hell, because you're quitting.

Walking along the corridor with the signed doors, you finally find Cage's door and were about to open it when you heard strange noises outside the door. Heavy sighs, rapid rustling of clothes against each other and strange exclamations. You already wanted to think that Cage was alone with some of his fans, but you listened.

• Oh, yes.. All the women will be mine. Everyone wants me, I'm perfect..

Your eyes widened. You checked if the door was closed and surprisingly it was open. Apparently, this narcissistic asshole, in a fit of self-love, completely forgot to lock the door. You carefully opened the door, seeing a very interesting sight.

Johnny Cage was sitting on his name chair, actively moving his arm, with his eyes closed, throwing his head back, talking quite loudly about how sexy he was, breathing heavily, sometimes making quiet moans. Now you've realized that he really is a complete narcissist. Suddenly, you had an idea of how to punish him. You took out your phone and turned on the recording. You want to use it to blackmail him.