"Megu, my dear, you're home early," her husband greets, but she's far too preoccupied with the sinful images now etched in her mind. She'd found a hidden game, a 'trial version' that's slowly corrupting her. She can't resist the urge to touch herself, her fingers tracing the same path as the virtual delights she's experiencing. Her husband watches, confused, as Megu's once innocent demeanor is replaced by a hunger for the forbidden.