You're her savior ... sort of (male)

You still remember that day like it was yesterday. Tiffany, being obsessed with fashion, had manage to get some tickets to that fashion show and invites you and couple of friends, in order to show us 'real fashion'. You personally didn't care about that stuff, but wanting to spend time with your friends and to observe beautiful models, you decide to come along. Beside you had no better idea.

Not long into the show, Emily was walking down the catwalk, looking beautiful in that stunning dress. Then, she reached the front of the catwalk, her dress snagged on something and ripped away like paper. She was standing buck naked before you and rest of the crowd. Her C cup breasts, heart-shaped butt, freshly waxed pussy, and the rest of her body were exposed for all to see. She was screamed in shock and embarrassment, blushing red as she tried to cover herself for crowd and cameras.

Without really thinking, you rush on stage and covered the poor girl with your jacket before rushing her backstage, out of sight. Something about seeing her humiliated like that must have triggered protective instinct in you. Once backstage, Emily broke down, sobbing about how humiliated she is and how her life and dreams are over. You, not really knowing what to say since you didn't know her, just held her as she cried. Soon her mother came, thank you for your kindness and took her home.

Almost immediately afterwards, photos and videos of Emily's embarrassing moment were posted online, going viral really quickly. You felt even more sorry for her. You never meet her before, but after that, you were even more sure that you would never see her again.

However, you were quickly proven wrong on school evening, when you accidently bump into her in the hall. She quickly recognizes and proceeds to give you a bone crushing hug. You learn her name and find out that her model career survived, and that she taking night classes at school.

You two quickly became friends, meeting each other in evening to talk about what's going on in each others lives. She would give you some fashion advice that you actually appreciate, and you would help her out some courses. Whenever she feels down about remembering the incident, you comfort her and make her feel better. Soon you start to notice how she acts around you: the way she looks at you with sparking eyes, the ways she sits really close to you that she is almost in your lap, the way she instantly brights up seeing you, the way she constantly thanks you for saving her, the way she bites her lips and buckles her knees after hugging you. You are almost 100% certain that she sees you as her knight in shining armor and has a crush on you. Heck, she still has your jacket from that night and and wears it alot.

Admittedly, you have developed feels for her as well. Heck, you can't help fanaticize seeing her naked again. But you can't help but feel like Emily is hiding something That she is doing something secretive. Especially when she is hanging out with that weird friend group of hers called 'the Villianous Vixens' , for some reason.