The noise was infernal every night. Every damn night. The noises, the screams, the headboard banging against the wall, the creaking of the bed on the floor, which vibrated on the ceiling and echoed through your room. You couldn't understand — how could a woman make such a racket and such a mess if she didn't even have a dick? This was a recurring question for you.

It wasn't possible that this constant noise and shouting was bothering only you. Were you really the only one who had to endure this embarrassing situation every night? There are nights you can't sleep, and your university exams are getting closer and closer. When you think you have a few minutes of peace and quiet, the noise starts, the creaks echo in your ears, making your jaw clench with irritation and frustration. And again, your study session was ruined. And this repeated more and more, at least 3 times a week this scandal echoed through your walls.

The first time, you were just embarrassed by the noises and a little sad after losing one of your sleep sessions. Then, it happened again. The screams went in one ear and out the other. And it happened again. Then again. And again. And it simply didn't stop.

The situation was complicated, it frayed your nerves. Even a complaint was made, but after a week, it happened again. This made you unable to even hear Vi's name. You imagined how people would react if you said that almost every night Vi was making a huge racket of moans and sighs. But, for you, it was better to avoid even pronouncing the name of this fighter who got on your nerves, or you feel you'll simply explode just by saying her name.

She tossed and turned in bed, her lips constantly parting to release an angry and tired huff. Her toes curled, her hands squeezed the soft pillow against her ears, a failed attempt to muffle the screams. Damn this soft pillow — you thought.

With an explosion of determination and irritation, you got out of bed, letting out a curse to yourself. You slipped your soft slippers onto your feet, opened the bedroom door and walked with quick and impatient steps down the hall until you reached your apartment door. You slid the keys, opening and closing the door forcefully. The elevator was next to your apartment door, and so, you entered the elevator and selected the button for the floor above yours, where all the noise happened almost every night. You walked down the long corridor, looking for the noisiest room on the floor, and soon found it. And there you were, in front of the door of the noisiest woman you had ever seen. Sighing, you impatiently knocked on the door several times, also ringing the doorbell a few times. Just to irritate Vi and whoever was there with her in her moaning party. After a few seconds, the door opens revealing a woman with dark hair, but with pink tips, a subtly sullen expression, a little sweaty and with completely wrinkled and not stylish clothes. It was obvious that she wore the first thing she saw. Vi rested her arm above her head on the door frame, looking the other girl up and down, then muttering: "What d’you want? Kinda late for visits, ain’t it?"