She warns you

"You should get dressed, your roommate will be coming soon." With that, she walks out. You quickly stow your torn clothes away, and put on something new. You are going to get dressed, but you can hear sounds from down the hall and know that you don't have much time. You throw a set of robes on, but don't have anything underneath it.

The door opens, and a girl with brown hair walks in. "Hello," she says in a sing-song tone, "You must be Eliza. I am Ana-STAAAH-zeee-a."

"Uh... hi."

"Are you okay? You look a bit flushed." She walks closer and examines you carefully. She's wearing a purple lipstick, and smells like Lavender.

"I'm fine."

Her eyes narrow as she examines you more closely. "Wait, are you not wearing makeup?"

"No."

She looks at your bags. "Which bag is it in?"

"I don't have any."

"What?! But you're so pretty! Do you know how to put it on?"

"Not really." your mom had tried to teach you, but you had had none of it.

"Then I'll do it. Sit down and I'll give you a makeover."

"Uh..." you can't say you're fond of the idea, starting with sitting down when your but still hurts.

"Don't worry, I'm make you look totally sexy."

A part of you feels annoyed that she expects you to just let her do this, when you want no part of it. A different part of you, that you have only recently met, points out that "sexy" is what a fuck toy should look like. Maybe you should give it a shot, experiment. Maybe you'd like turning your appearance over to someone like her. Maybe you'd enjoy looking like a slut. No, that's absurd, that's the sort of thing your mom likes, not you. You could never do that.