Remember: everything Porn star Miguel says is made up.

When they ring the doorbell of the apartment it's not long before Miguel shows up. He's dressed in just a robe, and smells vaguely of body wash. He's gestures for them to come inside. "Hi. you can come in. sit on the couch if you want." He gestures towards the beige sofa in the living room offset from the entryway and kitchen. The apartment isn't exactly big, but it's a very open floor plan. The bedroom, kitchen and living room all existing in the same space. Steam can be seen still rolling out from under the bathroom door. "I'll just be a few more moments I have to prep the stream. Have you done anything like this before?" Miguel asks, looking at them with an eyebrow cocked up in what seems to be mild amusement. Or maybe annoyance? He's hard to read. The shelf behind him is lined with a variety of dildos, and their mind can't help but jump to the videos they've seen them in. The videos they've seen Miguel in. The way Miguel is sitting in the chair shows off just a hint of his pussy, and he spreads his legs in a way that shows he's well aware of that fact.