Moaning.

Quick question, how would you describe a fake sounding moan? In the simile sense.

Such as, "She let out a sound more akin to a duck's fart."
"Barking like a circus seal," in the immortal words of Jason Mewes (aka "Jay" of Silent Bob fame).

He probably thought it was real, though.
 
Her moan erupted from her chest like a lusty, volcanic pyroclastic cloud, drowning out all other sound, startling the usual night-time cats nearby, and echoing off the limpid pale moon.

"Mom," I said in an anxious whisper. "Keep it down. The neighbors are going to hear. Especially because we're doing this right outside their bedroom window."
 
When he moaned, I knew, I finally knew...

Nothing was real.

Everything I'd ever thought was a construction of a deranged madman, playing God with the fabric of reality. That I'd been dropped into a simulation where my every interaction was with avatars, base things berefit of sentience, whose sole existence was to ensure I believed the lie. This madman, was he trying to break me? Was this all some sick experiment? Horror crept in as I realized I was completely at the whims of a psychopath.

And he couldn't even be bothered to have his creations moan like they enjoyed sex with me.

Asshole.
 
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