Refuse to clean up Saoirse

"I really, really don't want to do that," you say. "I'm not going to be cleaning you up."

Saoirse frowns, before giving you a sad, puppy dog look.

"Please? Don't let me be all gross!" she says in a dramatic, begging tone.

"No, I'd rather not," you say.

Saoirse's frown turns to a scowl, before she sighs.

"Well, I really didn't want to play this card, but if you're going to make me..." Saoirse says.

Saoirse leans over to the bedside counter, lifting up an old pair of tights lying there to reveal a camcorder hidden underneath, it's red light flashing as it records you.

"You were recording me?!" you say, beginning to feel incredibly worried.

"Yep. Well, no. Well, kind of," Saoirse says. "I actually set up the tape recorder to get some evidence against this other boy I know, Tyler, because he's been stealing my panties. I forgot it was here until I brought you in here, but I left it going because you're such a cutie, especially when you don't know you're being filmed."

You look to the camcorder, as Saoirse waves at it with a smile.

"And, I'm sorry about this, but if you're going to be a dick and ruin this game, I guess I might have to show all of your friends the truth about Jacqueline. I mean, you could try to take the camcorder by ****, but that's going to look even worse when I scream for help and say you attac... I don't need to go into detail, do I?"

You frown, feeling sickly.

"So, let's have some fun, my sexy little minx!" Saoirse says cheerfully. "What are you going to lick up, the cum all over my sexy little body or the taste of your ass on my fingers?"