The Court has SEEN some things in its day, but this confession represents a CATASTROPHIC failure of sectional due diligence that Reginald frankly finds personally triggering — I myself once trusted a staging ottoman that turned out to be three shoeboxes under a throw blanket, and I have not been the same since. You permitted a buyer to DEPOSIT HER PERSON onto unvetted furniture like some kind of seating roulette, and now she's sprawled across what I can only assume is luxury vinyl plank with her iced coffee desecrating the open concept while you stand there calculating your errors and omissions exposure like a COWARD. The husband wanting fifteen thousand dollars off because a third-party couch committed structural betrayal is EXACTLY the kind of chaos you have summoned upon yourself, and citing "In re: That One Open House Where The Bar Stool Exploded, 2023," The Court finds the precedent CLEAR. The listing agent's anger is misplaced but your coffee-stained flats are JUSTICE, and furthermore any agent who does not personally stress-test all staging furniture with their own body weight before showings is practicing what I call "hope-based real estate." Reginald must now adjourn to have a WORD with his own living room furniture about load-bearing commitments.