I stepped out of the lecture theatre into the afternoon air, and a stranger's voice called out, demanding my attention before I'd even had a chance to take a deep breath, “Hey - you’re over six feet, right? After a fifty-minute lecture, all I wanted was to be left the hell alone to decompress, but the voice had been coached in such a way as to deliberately quest for attention, and my eyes automatically tracked to the soun...

I knocked on the apartment door, honestly surprised at how nice the block Chloe and her partner lived in - they even had a concierge who'd given me a professional once over before directing me to the elevators and confirming the floor I needed from memory. As I pushed the button for the suggested floor, I let out a low whistle of appreciation at just how swanky the complex was - clearly, there was money in the pornography...