"Sure, I'd like to have a beer"

The beer is sour and not at all what you thought it would taste like, but you make a big show of drinking more of it and walking around the glass-walled house, still stark naked, and drinking the beer in sips while being nonchalant. The boys may be able to see the subtle crinkle of your nose every time you take a swig, but you hope you still look sophisticated and carefree.

Thomas chats with you, asking you what grade you are in and how recently you moved here. JayJay mostly just leers, before suddenly dodging out of the room and returning with three more beers and a blocky DSLR camera. "You are so beautiful, Kiki. Want to do a photoshoot?", he says.

Thomas leaps up just as JayJay hands you your second beer. Thomas pulls JayJay away by the arm and whispers urgently in his ear. You hear "Dude, don't be a creep", and "...seriously...", hissed through gritted teeth while you work at the cap on your beer and pretend not to hear.

JayJay laughs Thomas off. "Nah, she's cool,", JayJay speaks up as he returns, flourishing the camera. "You won't tell anyone, right chika? This is just a little fashion shoot, right?", he says.

You hadn't considered getting pictures before, but this house makes you feel glamorous and the beer doesn't even taste as bad as you thought on the first one.