The full range of reactions

"John! What the FUCK!" Jennifer herself is LIVID. You've never heard her screech like this before.

"John! Are you insane?!" Brian is audibly also very angry with you, a few decibels quieter than Jennifer's screech, but much more scary, because he looks and sounds like he might get violent with you.

Kayla is gasping with shock. And Pamela is breathlessly muttering "What the hell..."

Rayne is completely silent.

No, wait... Rayne is holding her breath. But her chest is spasming. She holds it... Holds it... Holds it... Until she can't hold it any more. And then all of a sudden, she lets out the loudest, most genuine belly laugh you've ever heard.

The laugh is contagious.

Pamela starts giggling. And then Kayla is snickering. Brians fierce expression softens, and becomes one of bemused incredulity. He shakes his head disapprovingly, but he's smirking. The anger is gone.

Jennifer is still seething, but seems to be unable to find the words to express her displeasure. She just lies there on the ground, leggings and thong around her ankles, getting redder and redder in the face by the second.

"Her fucking thong! And then her bare butt... Hit you smack in the face! Hahahaha! Oh god, I'm going to die of laughter!" Rayne is really suffering, barely able to breathe because she's laughing so uncontrollably.

The laughter's contagiousness reaches its peak. All five of you except Jennifer are now cackling madly, unable to hold back the tears or the joy that comes with such genuine amusement.

Jennifer, now a shade of beetroot, scrambles to pull her underwear and leggings back into place, without flashing anyone any more glimpses of her vulva, which means it's taking five times as long as it should.

"Okay, okay, that was fucking funny, because it as so disastrous." Brian admits, when he's managed to regain control of his diaphragm. "But don't try that again. It could have very easily just have come across as straight-up sexual ****."

"Holy shit. I can't believe that just happened." Pamela chuckles. "I'm actually speechless. What a morning."

"I've seen your vag now, Jen!" Kayla giggles.

"This isn't funny!" Jen growls, finally getting herself back on two feet. You're still on your hands and knees below her. "This bastard just forcibly exposed me in front of my friends! How horrible! How unforgivable! How-"

You can't help yourself. Emboldened by how everyone (except the victim) has ended up reacting so positively to your prank, and **** for 100% confirmation that this wasn't a fluke, you reach up and yank Jennifer's leggings down again. This time, when the thong comes down too, it's totally intentional. And this time, she's facing the table, so you and all four of the others get a good clear look at her completely hairless pussy lips.

"HAHAHA HAHAHAHA!"

All four of your other housemates' laughter is renewed and redoubled. They collapse in a heap of cackles and whooping, the comedic nature of that moment just too glorious for them to feel any other emotion.

"I can't! I can't! That was too fucking funny! Sucks to be you, Jen!" Pamela clutches her stomach as her cackle devolves into a half-laugh, half-coughing-fit.

This is fucking amazing. You think to yourself as you stare merrily at your furious, exposed housemate as she desperately tries to cover her crotch with her hands, visibly frustrated with the fact that everyone else in the room is making it clear that there will be no social consequences for this transgression. Whatever I do, only the victim gets upset. Holy shit, I'm going to have so much fun.