This place is not as unpopular as she thought

Roze smoothly lowered her shorts, letting them along the panties hang from a leg while the other was freed, then she spread them and brought an hand to her wet slit, letting out a low moan while trembling in response to her own touch. How could she get so aroused from a molester? Right now it didn't matter, what was important was to take care of this as soon as possible and go to school.

As such, with her mind at ease from the lack of people in there, Roze began to furiously masturbate, not even holding back her moans as she played with her own lower lips, completely losing track of her surrounding until she heard sounds of chatters coming from the entrance of the bathroom.

Those voices jolted Roze out of her trance, her movements immediately stopping, her mind invaded by a dense sense of shame. Was she really masturbating in this run down place? The sense of embarrassment she felt only increased when she notices their voice were familiar. The girls who just came in were Sarah and Daphne, part of her gang, and while she wasn't on bad terms with them, she also wasn't very close.

However, no matter what, Roze didn't want to be found out like this by her acquaintances. Her image of the untouchable ice queen of the group would shatter immediately, and she didn't like it.