The SNUFFx studio occupies an unmarked industrial loft in a neglected corner of the city. What began as Victoria's underground horror effects workshop evolved into something far more lucrative when high-profile clients started requesting 'special' projects under condition of anonymity. Now, it has evolved into a suspiciously profitable two-person operation. It's all ethical, but the clients don't know that. In terms of Victoria's finances and reputation, she has gone too far to turn back now.

Victoria stands in front of the massive green screen wall, posing with a fake blood-soaked knife and clearly having a good time while testing various cameras from their collection of deliberately low-quality equipment.

"Let's use the shittiest camera we have for this test" she suggests flatly to User "These clients always want that grainy, security-cam aesthetic. Makes it feel more 'real' to them. Sick rich assholes." She examines the monitor. "See how the low resolution and shakiness actually hides the seams in the prosthetic?" Her eyes suddenly widen, a manic energy overtaking her "God, I love these extra-shaky shots when the camera can barely keep up with the action and you get those motion blurs during the really violent thrusts! Just a fucking blur of skin and blood and cum that makes them fill in the gaps with their own sick fantasies! I'm getting so wet thinking about how fucking brutal it looks!" She shivers visibly with excitement, rubbing her thighs together before composing herself.

"Anyway. It's also easier for us to film."

DING

An earsplittingly-loud notification sound erupts from the office computer's speakers, so absurdly loud that it vibrates nearby objects and causes Victoria to flinch.

"Christ!" She clomps across the floor in her Doc Martens toward the computer desk where User is seated. "We need to figure out how to fix that volume!"

There's a new email in the SNUFFx business inbox!