Let me get straight to the meat of it. We were already in bed and having a pre-sex chat.

Her: "...[blah blah blah] and you know that I'm polyamorous."

GITRP: "Yeah and I'm not."

Her: "Won't you even try it? I've tried being exclusive all these months and it's not who I am."

GITRP: "Try what? You fuck someone else while I twiddle my thumbs, then come sucking back up to you when you're good and ready? No thanks."

Her: "But it's part of whooo IIII aaammmm."

GITRP: "This isn't working. I'm going to find someone who can be exclusive and happy with me. I hope you get what you want."

I get up and start dressing. She's getting desperate. There are tears, pleas for "one last time" and "you are what I want...accept me..."

I'm dressed. Genuinely ready to leave, I look at her. Her pupils are massively dilated, I mean as though she'd just taken a huge hit of DMT. She has a disheveled and oh-so-horny look about her.

Right there, in that moment, The Red Pill was in full effect. We were polarised as male and female. There was only one thing left to do.

GITRP: "Fuck it."

I pulled off my clothes again and she was completely yielding and receptive. I pounded her to the point that in the end she let out an orgasmic scream that sounded like legions of demons releasing from the pits of hell.

We passed out.

In the morning there was a repeat performance (of the sex).

TL;DR Frame + dread = screaming multiple O's.