I just moved in and something is wrong with my sunken tub. I rush back home to make my appointment with you. I'm sweaty from the gym in my skin tight leggings and little sports bra. You're definitely looking but I don't say anything. I show you to the bathroom and you stare at my ass the whole way there. Once you're in there, you notice my hamper and see my gym clothes from yesterday along with some panties. You have to focus on the tub but you can't stop thinking about what I must look like out of my clothes. Upon inspection, you notice a perfect place where you can place a little camera, there's no way I would notice - tucked between two containers full of bath bombs (and you're back to thinking of me naked). You leave the camera and it's totally unnoticeable. You meet me in the kitchen where I'm making my coffee. You take a second to check me out one last time. You let me know you can't fix my problem today but you'll be back tomorrow.