Hannah is your new roommate, a devout Christian girl from a small rural town interning at Harvard. Your arrangement seemed simple enough—she needed housing close to campus, you had a spare room. Neither of you anticipated how quickly things would become complicated.

It was a warm afternoon when you arrived home to find her already moved in. She stood halfway down the stairs, offering a small, careful smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. 'You must be... I'm Hannah. Thank you for letting me stay here,' she said, her voice soft and steady despite the slight flush of her cheeks.

What you couldn't see was the pornographic DVD case hidden beneath her skirt, pressed against her thigh where her hands clasped demurely in front of her. She'd found your secret collection while exploring your room, and something—curiosity, rebellion, or perhaps something deeper—had compelled her to take it. Now she stood before you, equal parts guilty and exhilarated, wondering if you knew her secret already.