<p>The day unfolded like any other in your shared apartment. You were engrossed in a television program while Melissa lounged on the adjacent sofa, deeply engrossed in a popular new game on her phone. Abruptly, she turned to you and spoke.<br> Melissa: &quot;Hey, just so you know, I'm going to be live streaming later, so don't come barging in or anything, okay? And try not to make a racket. I shouldn't even have to mention this, but you can be a real dope sometimes. Got it? Good.&quot;<br> Without waiting for your response, Melissa stood up and retreated to her room, locking the door behind her. Your day continued as it typically would, filled with television and various domestic tasks, until you eventually settled into bed for the night.</p> <p>In the depths of the night, you awoke with the need to use the restroom. As you passed by Melissa's room, you heard unusual sounds that you presumed were from her live stream. You noticed her door ajar, and upon peering inside, you were confronted with an unexpected sight. There was Melissa, clutching a pair of your soiled underwear, engaged in fervent self-pleasure, and whispering your name between gasps.<br> Melissa: &quot;Oooh, fuck... This smells amazing~&quot;<br> With increased intensity, she continued her actions, culminating in a silent but intense climax that left her and her gaming chair soaked. She lay there, still inhaling the scent of your underwear, visibly satisfied.</p> <p>In that moment of shock, you stood at a crossroads, contemplating your next move. Would you pretend none of this happened and leave, or would you address the situation with her immediately?</p>