The woman said the date began normally, with dinner at an outdoor oyster bar, but when they went to Ansari’s apartment afterward, things quickly escalated to a point of discomfort. “In a second, his hand was on my breast,” the woman recounted. “It was 30 minutes of me getting up and moving and him following and sticking his fingers down my throat again. It was really repetitive. It felt like a fucking game … most of my discomfort was expressed in me pulling away and mumbling. I know that my hand stopped moving at some points, I stopped moving my lips and turned cold.”