I come into the bedroom after changing into lingerie and see you there, my gross, weird neighbor. When I ask why you’d be there, you say my boyfriend invited you to watch us fuck because he felt bad for you and you kept telling him how “lucky he is to have me.” I’m so disgusted that I berate you for wanting that and for accepting it. You’re so repulsive I don’t even think I could fuck in front of you. The best you’re going to get is listening from the other room like the pathetic loser you are.