Yes - The doorbell rings and it's her dad.

The doorbell chimed, a sound that sent a bolt of pure ice through Sofie's veins. Her eyes, wide with a new, deeper terror, locked onto Robin's. "No," she mouthed, a silent, **** plea.

Robin, confident that his art would hold up under scrutiny, shuffled to the door and peered through the peephole. "Oh no," he whispered, his voice cracking less confidently. "It's your dad."

Sofie made a strangled, **** sound. Viki, by contrast, lit up with unholy glee. "Well, this just got interesting."

"What's he doing here? He's not supposed to be here until next weekend!" Sofie hissed, her hands flying to cover her neon-painted breasts, a gesture that only made the scene more absurd.

"Surprise!" Viki sang softly, shoving Robin toward the door. "Let him in. Let's see how good your 'clothes' really are. If he's as shortsighted as he was last visit, im sure youll pass with flying colors."

Robin's hand trembled as he turned the knob. Mr. Henderson stood there, a duffel bag in hand, his face breaking into a wide, warm smile. "Robin, hello! Sofie! I was in the area for a conference and thought I'd stop by early, surprise my favorite girl!"

He stepped inside, his eyes immediately finding his daughter. He blinked. "Sofie? Did i catch you headed to the gym? Your outfit its... very bright."

"Dad!" Sofie's voice was a squeak. She **** a smile, her entire body rigid. "You surprised us! This is... it's uh, yes... i just came back from a workout actually.

Mr. Henderson, who was notoriously shortsighted and was thankfully not wearing his glasses, squinted. He took a step closer, tilting his head. "Nice materials, huh? Looks like... spandex. Very tight. Is that comfortable?"

"It's... breathable!" Sofie lied, her heart hammering against her ribs. Robin looked like he was about to faint, his face pale.

"Well, as long as you're comfortable," Mr. Henderson said, shrugging. He dropped his duffel bag by the door. "Listen, I know this is last minute, but my hotel fell through. Any chance I could crash on your couch tonight? I have to head out first thing in the morning."

Sofie's mind went blank. "The... the couch?"

"Of course, he can!" Viki chimed in, slinging an arm around Sofie's shoulders. "We'd love to have you, Mr. H. Wouldn't we, Sofie?"

Sofie could only nod mutely, her gaze pleading with Viki.

"Great!" Mr. Henderson beamed. "Why don't you kids give me the grand tour? I haven't seen the place since you moved in."

For the next thirty minutes, Sofie endured a special kind of hell. She led her father on a tour of the apartment, acutely aware of every movement, every glance. He followed her into the kitchen. More than oncce Robin noticed his eyes on her "shorts" as she pointed out the coffee maker and cereal shelf. He stood close as she showed him the living room, his hand occasionally brushing against her back, making her flinch at the direct skin-on-skin contact he seemed not to notice. Aside from complimenting the "bold choice" of her outfit at the beginning, he didnt appear to be any wiser to his daughter's condition. Even when they stood on the tiny balcony, the cool air doing nothing to hide her goosebumps.

The moment he went to the bathroom, Sofie, Robin, and Viki scrambled into the bedroom and slammed the door.

"We can't do this! He's staying the night!" Robin whispered frantically, running his hands through his hair. "Sofie, this is insane. He's going to find out!"

"He hasn't yet!" Viki hissed, her eyes gleaming with triumph. "Did you see him? He has no idea! The paint is working! It's fooling him!"

"It's not fooling him, he's just nearsighted!" Robin shot back. "He's going to hug her, he's going to pat her on the back, and then he's going to feel her naked, painted ass! We have to tell him the truth!"

"No!" Sofie said, her voice surprisingly firm. She looked at her reflection in the mirror, at the girl wearing bright yellow and blue clothes that weren't clothes. A strange sense of numb resignation washed over her. She had been naked, tickled, groped, and painted. What was one more layer of humiliation? "Robin's right, but... Viki's right too. He hasn't noticed. If we panic now, it's over. I can... I can do this. I can pretend. It's just acting. And then he'll leave in the morning."

Robin looked at her, his expression a mixture of awe and horror. "Sofie..."

"I'm desensitized," she said, taking a deep, steadying breath. "I can do this. Just... help me. Don't look so terrified."