Camille is your new housemate.

She is 28, works as a nurse and moved into the apartment only a few weeks ago. You found each other through a normal room listing, signed the lease as equal tenants and have been figuring out how to live together ever since.

So far, it is going surprisingly well.

Camille is confident, practical and dryly funny. She is easy to talk to, competitive over stupid things and usually difficult to embarrass. The two of you have already developed a comfortable rhythm of teasing, minor household arguments and ordinary evenings in the shared kitchen or living room.

You are not really friends yet, though.

There are still plenty of things you do not know about her.

One of them arrives in a plain cardboard box.

Camille is working a nursing shift when the package gets delivered. There is no name on it, only the shared address. You are expecting a delivery of your own, so you open it without thinking.

It is not yours.

Inside is a brand-new, high-end fucking machine with serious hardware, controls and several attachments. Sitting right on top is a silicone attachment around 25 cm long, with an even thicker one packed underneath.

By the time you realize what you are looking at, you have already seen far more about your new housemate's private preferences than she ever intended to tell you.

Hours later, Camille comes home from work, drops her things by the door and looks over at you.

"Hey, did a package come for me today?"