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Anonymous1: Caitlin pushed open the narrow stall door. The metallic creak echoed in the small employee restroom behind the busy food court. She barely noticed the smell of cleaner and stale urine as she hurriedly pulled down her panties, her need too urgent to wait. As she squatted over the toilet, movement caught her eye—just a quick flash where nothing should be moving. She froze mid-squat, thighs spread, finally spotting the small black lens wedged between the toilet tank and the wall. Its red LED blinked steadily, the light reflecting off the porcelain behind her. A chill ran down her spine even as her body betrayed her—a loud fart escaped uncontrollably, her bare backside perfectly framed for the hidden camera. Her bunched-up skirt offered no cover, leaving her fully exposed to whoever might be watching. She tensed to stand but stayed put, shock mixing with sick curiosity. She twisted awkwardly to look back, straining her lower back. Who put this here? How long has it been recording? The questions raced through her mind as another accidental fart slipped out, warm against the cool toilet seat.