A girl answering the door

To your surprise, the person who opened the door for you wasn’t Nathan, but a girl around your age. Slightly taller than you with her heels, she was wearing a bright yellow sun dress that ended at her knees, and wavy red hair that flowed past her shoulders. She gave a radiant smile as she greeted you.

“Hello!” She says, reaching out a hand. “You must be Scott! Bitch has told me so much! I’m Mary, his mistress.” You shake her hand, gently, mouth slightly agape that such a sentence came from this sweet looking girl. “I know bitch had a game night planned with you, but they’re still dealing with a punishment right now. Why don’t you come in and relax.”

As you stepped inside, you saw exactly what this sweet girl meant, as Nate, or bitch as she referred to him, was certainly in a compromised position...