In the living room, and she's angry

You rush out of the bedroom in a cold sweat, not even bothering to put clothes on. Running out of the hallway, you stop as you see Sophia, dressed in a robe, sitting on her couch. Her arms and legs are crossed, and she glares at you as you enter. In one hand, she holds your phone. Stopping in your tracks, your heart skips a beat. One wrong move and you could be in big trouble. "Good morning...?" you say sheepishly.

"Is that all you have to say for yourself?" Sophia says loudly. You flinch. "Do you know how long I spent sucking on your dick before I was able to reach your phone and turn off those settings?" You figure the question is rhetorical. You start to apologize, but she cuts you off. "Oh no, Alex. There's no simple apology that can get you out of this one. You took advantage of me in such a horrible way. I thought we were friends. How long has this been a fantasy of yours, hmm?" You bow your head. "Trying to get me addicted to your dick? Pathetic. Is this why you got the implant? So you could trick girls into liking you and trap them with an addiction to you? It's a good thing I found out how to reverse it, otherwise who knows what state I would be in."

"Sophia, I'm sorry..." she lets you continue. "We were both drunk and I..."

"Seriously?! That's your apology? You were drunk and that excuses this?" You recoil, but words fail you as she continues. "That's it. You're going to pay, and I know just the punishment..."