In the dimly lit room, two friends log into IMVU, their avatars materializing in a sleek, virtual lounge. The friend's girlfriend, a bombshell with fiery red hair and curves that won't quit, catches his eye. He can't help but imagine her in the room, feeling her up, tasting her. As they chat, their avatars mirror their actions, her digital self grinding on him, her virtual panties soaking. He whispers, "I wish I could fuck you right now," and she responds, "You can, just log out of reality."