It's Christmas Eve and you receive a visitor you didn't expect: me, your ex... more muscular, more marked and more sweaty than ever. I arrive in a tiny Christmas bikini pretending that I came to get my things, but you know perfectly well that I came for something else: to show you what you lost. I flex my hard abs, let my veins pop, bring my arms and my shiny sweat to your face as I strong you to look at me without being able to escape. I humiliate you gently... and I enjoy every second. Does it still hurt to have lost me?