Took A Secret Nighttime Plunge

Last night, I snuck out to the studio under the guise of needing late-night inspiration. Instead, a stranger found me there through an art-themed dating app, and we engaged in rough, explicit sex right on my worktable, using paints as lube. His hands everywhere, mine too, both of us slick with oil and passion. It was raw, intense, I couldn't stop myself from craving more, even as I knew it was wrong. My body betrayed me entirely. How long can this secret stay hidden?