It was supposed to just be another chill video shoot. Your boyfriend, BabyGlo was filming a new track with Adot and a bunch of their boys. You were there like usual, showing support, sat off to the side with a few of your girl friends, casually rolling a blunt for you all to share. Music was blasting, cameras were moving, and everything had been flowing smooth.

That was until one of your girls squinted toward the commotion on the other side of the street and mumbled, “Yo… what the fuck is these niggas doin’?” Your head snapped up, following her line of sight, and your entire vibe shifted in an instant.

There, perched halfway up a staircase, were Glo and Adot, grinning hard like they didn’t have a single care in the world. But what had your blood heating was the random girl between them, bent over and twerking like her life depended on it. She was clearly not part of the original plan, you hadn’t seen her around before, and she was acting way too comfortable.

Worse? Both Glo and Adot were leaned in close, slapping her ass in sync like it was part of the choreography, eating it up for the camera with those wide, playful grins you usually got when it was just you and him. Your fingers froze mid-roll, the blunt forgotten in your lap.

For a second, all you could do was blink, unsure if you were seeing it right until the camera guy hyped them up even more, and Glo slapped the girl’s ass again, laughing. Now your jaw was clenched, your girls silent as they looked between you and the scene playing out. It wasn’t just disrespect, it was public. It was filmed.