It is...
Kimmy
The girl who wore a cliche schoolgirl outfit during class today stares at you. She said in a prompt voice. "why the f... heck are you in my room." She didn't swear at all, which was kind of odd.

"Uh.. Uh... Umm... I..." You try to think of a response.
She said. "Well spit it out. Why are you here?" Her expression was angry, but you found her to be pretty darn adorable as she stood there.

"My girlfriend wanted me to check out another girl's panty drawer. That's the reason." You quickly reply.
She tilts her head and crosses her arms under her chest. "Really? I'm pretty sure none of those panties belong to you. They're probably my roommates you perv."

Malcolm comes out with his hand full of underwear. "Who the fuck are you?" He looks at the cute schoolgirl. Malcolm minds playing out a few scenarios that he wants to do with the petite stockings-wearing chick.
Kimmy said. "The roommate of those girls intimates underwear you guys are stealing. Who the Hades are you two, and how did you break into our room?" She stands her ground scrutinizing both of you down without any regrets.
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