To Annika's room we go.

You knock politely at Annika's door and wait for a response. You hear some muffled movement, followed by someone calling out, "Hold on a minute!" After more scuffled movement, you hear the same voice call out, "what is it?"

You clear your throat and respond, "Hi...um...it's James Edwill...from Clarance High? I'm on the football team?" Might as well put your best food forward, right?

After a moment, you hear Annika answer, "Mmm....oh! Come in!" As you open the door, you notice several things immediately. First, her room is overwhelmingly red - the bed sheets, the curtains, her dressers, the thong on the floor in the corner... Second, there's a carrot sitting on dresser (odd place for a carrot, you think). Third, Annika herself. Having pale skin, it's easy to tell that she's been exerting herself in some fashion. On top of that, she is wearing skin-tight pajama bottoms that outline her pretty pussy and a tank-top without a bra - her erect nipples and areolas are pressing obscenely against the fabric.

Annika levels a stare at you and your tenting pants. "Are you here to help me, James?"