Open the Door

You insert the key into the lock and hear the sound of pins tumbling into place. You turn, and the lock gives easily, you had correctly guessed the right one.

You swiftly pull the door open and make your way inside, but you are greeted with a sudden, high shriek and a flash of bare skin, roughly in the shape of a woman.

"What the fuck?! Get out!" she screams at you. It was Sara, her face red with rage, the rest of her body otherwise exposed except for a black thong. Despite your panic, you instinctively and hastily took thorough mental notes of her supple, sizable breasts and her gorgeous bare legs. "Get out!!" she screams again.

You leave hastily and slam the door shut behind you. You run into your room and lie down on your bed, trembling as you consider the situation. You thought about the trouble that Sara could bring for you now, people were expelled for far less egregious offenses than this.

Sara eventually makes her way into your room, now clothed in jeans and a tee shirt, her face still bright red. She glares at you on your bed angrily.

"I'm sure my door was locked, how the fuck did you get in?"