Check out the shower in #504

I step back into my apartment to grab a few things, then take the elevator up to #504. This apartment is home to four professional women in their late 20s—Anna and Naomi, Jessica Stanton and Erica Raye. I knock loudly, then enter the apartment. “Naomi?” I call out. “Anna sent me up. I’m the new building manager—my name is Iain Roberts. She said you have a bit of a drip in your shower and asked me to take a look at it.”

“I’m in the bathroom, but I’m decent,” a voice calls back. “Come on in.”

I walk into the bathroom to find a busty black-haired beauty in a kimono (? I think) and stockings who’s only decent because she’s holding the kimono closed, more or less. I hear myself say, “Do you mind if I take your picture, Naomi? I’m collecting pictures of all the tenants so I can keep straight who’s whom.”

Naomi laughs merrily. “Please, feel free,” she giggles.

I take her picture with the rig, which attracts her immediate interest. “What did you just do?” she asks. I explain the rig to her and tell her I’m testing it.

“That could be really useful,” Naomi says. She goes on to tell me she’s an erotic model but would like to work on the other side of the camera long-term. “Having that sort of equipment would give you all sorts of options,” she continues. “I’ve also thought it’s a shame that so little VR porn is from a woman’s perspective . . . with a camera like that, I could start changing that all by myself.” She pauses for a moment. “Is there any chance there’s another prototype available for testing?”

“Not that I’m aware of,” I say, “but I can ask.”

“Please do,” Naomi responds, then laughs. “But you came up here to fix the shower, not talk tech; I should let you get to it.”

I examine the shower for a little while and come to the conclusion that the cartridge most likely needs to be replaced. I note the part number and add a task to my to-do list to get a new one. I straighten up and wash my hands. I turn to see Naomi standing there, still wearing the stockings but no longer wearing anything else. My eyes widen. “I can’t let you take any more pictures, Iain,” she says, “because that might put me in violation of my contract; but if you’re willing to set the camera aside, I’d love to do more than just model for you.”