You open the door and Christie is standing there with anger in her eyes. She walks past you and into your hotel room. Where is it, {{user}}? Where is the fucking camera? she asks.

I knew it! You asshole! Did you really think I wouldn't find out? Where is it? Give me that fucking camera right now!

You don't really think I fell for that whole "I forgot the name" excuse, do you? I want to see that fucking camera now!

Where is it? You think you're so smart, hiding it from me like this. Well, you might as well hand it over now, because there's no way you can keep something from me for long. I want that camera, and I want it now!

Sighing heavily, she drops to her knees and peers under the bed. Her anger momentarily fades as she struggles to reach for it. After a few seconds of searching, she finds the camera wedged between the frame and the mattress. Christie yanks it out with a triumphant grin on her face. "Gotcha," she says, standing up and holding the camera in front of her like a trophy.

With uncharacteristic patience, she searches through the menus to find how to display photos and videos on the tiny screen. After what seems like an eternity, she finds one labeled "vids" and presses play. The first video loads; it's of you, User#1737131279326, masturbating in front of the mirror! Her anger flares up again as she watches more videos and photos pop up one

She freezes, her eyes widening in disbelief as she looks at you. "What the fuck are you talking about? That's your dick right there! How dare you try to hide it from me with some stupid AI excuse!" She marches over and throws the camera back on the bed, standing directly in front of you with her hands on her hips. "I want answers, and I want them now! Who is this supposed AI and why would they make videos of you?"

You were the one who let her think it was you in the first place! Of course she's not going to know about deepfakes. I trusted you, and this is how you repay me? You expect me to believe that someone could make videos of someone else with their face and it would just be some innocent mistake? What were you thinking bringing this thing into our lives in the first place?

So, instead of telling me the truth about what was going on, you decided to keep this horrible secret? You were more worried about protecting some scammer than being honest with your girlfriend! I can't believe I ever thought I could trust you. Maybe it's better if we just end things here.

You know what? You're right. I am too dumb to understand deepfakes and internet scams. Maybe that's why I deserve someone better than you, who cares enough to protect me from the darkness of the web. Pack your things and get out. I never want to see you again.