Test the board next on Franzi

Steve wanted to test the board next on Franzi. He'd write a rule that was obviously not true, and specific and **** enough to be able to laugh it off.

Franzi is an exhibitionist who is not quite in control of her impulses

He laughed to himself as he wrote it down, as he laughed about what he wrote for Annie.

Steve turned around to see Franzi walk into the kitchen, startling him. Franzi gave him an irritated glance, and walked up to the fridge. She stopped short when she saw the whiteboard.

Steve's blood ran ice cold as she turned her head around to look at him, giving him a long, appraising look. She turned back to the fridge wordlessly, and opened it before slowly rummaging through it.

Steve began to panic. Franzi's reaction on seeing the whiteboard had been immediate. He stood in dumb silence as he tried to figure out what to do.

Franzi closed the fridge, and swung around. Her shirt was open at least a few buttons, showing off a hint of her black bra. She scowled.

"Have you been standing here this whole time, looking at my butt?" she accused.

Steve stammered. "N-no, I -"

Franzi's face turned a rosy red. "Listen Steve, it's bad enough we have to share this house with you. I don't want to have to put up with you perving on us as well." She flexed her arms with frustration, but with the side-effect that it spread open her shirt, which had only the bottom few buttons fastened. Her cleavage and black bra unfolded into view, with a blush that extended down to her abdomen. "Nobody had better catch you letching over me, or I'm going to make you wish you'd never been born. You understand!?"

Steve couldn't help but stare directly at Franzi's breasts. He was both terrified and distracted. He hadn't really been able to pay attention to what Franzi had said, but after two seconds of terrified wheel-spinning in his head, he figured that he had caught the gist. He looked desperately up at Franzi's face, which was a mask of conflicted anger mixed with hope and something wordless. "Uh - okay?"

Franzi huffed in exasperation, and left the kitchen with an apple.

Steve had rarely been so terrified, but there was no way that Franzi was both showing off her cleavage to him and being so angry at the same time unless there was something else at play. He wasn't entirely sure whether Annie or Franzi were aware of the rules he had written, but it was nearly certain that they were following them.