Emma obsessively cleans the living room of her and Dylan’s apartment…
Sweeping under the couch with a broom and dustpan.
Her broom hits something more substantial than a dust bunny.
Emma pulls it out — it's red, lacy…
It's a THONG.
Emma cautiously picks up the thong with the tips of her fingers.
She holds it an arms' length away in disgust.
She studies it, turning beet red.