You go for it.

You walk into her room, and the floor creaks. She looks up and sees you. Her bug-eyes gaze at you, but she continues to furiously work on her clit. Overcome with pleasure, she doesn't give two fucks that you're there.

"Hey" you say trying to be smooth.
She keeps going, still circling the vibrator around her clit.
"HEY." You repeat, louder this time.

"OMG just come in and shut the fucking door already!" Emily says.

You don't hesitate to comply. You turn around, but aren't sure what to do next.

"Are you going to just stand there staring at me like a fucking idiot? Get over here and help!"

You walk towards her and start to climb onto the bed and start to pull off your boxers.

"Whoa. Whoa. Whoa. Down boy."

Surprised and confused, you stop in your tracks.

"I didn't say anything about that."
"You want to help? On your knees."

She slides her legs off the end of the bed, and you drop down to your knees, instinctively knowing what she expects.