I've mentioned this guy a number of times over the years, I had an employee in the late 90s that was a proto-incel. His name was Tim. Tim used to get frustrated with women not giving him any attention. I started advising him on basic stuff like hygiene and ironing your clothes plus setting realistic expectations.
Once Tim starts to clean up his look he started hanging out with this dude from work named Rusty. Well, Rusty was a 90's proto-gooner with his own jerk dungeon. Rusty was the kind of guy who blew his paycheck at the strip club, Hooters and the porn shop.
After some time Tim tells me he isn't hanging out with Rusty anymore. It was too expensive and he realized that the strippers and waitresses were hustling him.
Plus he described Rusty's fap dungeon. It was a spare bedroom with a 42 inch TV and sofa in the middle of the room. Two of the walls were filled with bookshelves but instead of books it was porn. A table next the sofa had a stack of porn magazines.
Apparently, Rusty brought Tim into the room to drink some beer and watch porn on the couch. Tim got creeped out after a few minutes in and bailed.
My only questions for Tim were "Did you sit on the couch and was it a fabric couch?"
The answer was yes but Tim didn't understand why I was asking. I didn't explain and just had a look like this.