Oh, it's Emily?

"Nice outfit," I hear from further back in the hallway. It's Emily's voice, but something sounds off about it -- it almost sounded snarky, which wasn't like her.

I look down at my revealing tan gown in shame.

Emily joins me and stands over me with her 6-foot stature, with her hands on her hips. "You're going to think twice before you come near me or my boyfriend again. If I even see you in a room with him again, I can do much worse to you with my new friend!" She brandishes her phone at me.

"What do you mean? I would never go near your boyfriend!" I protest. "Wait, this was you?!"

"I've seen you prancing about in our dorm in your low cut tops and escapades. 'Oh no, I dropped the remote! Let me get that!'" She puts a finger on her mouth and bends over suggestively in an attempt to mock me.

"No, you've got it all wrong, it's frouw-- fwoouw," I feel my lips pucker again. Not wanting to relive last time we were in this bathroom, I conclude that the app doesn't want me to explain the technicalities and decide that now is not the time to provoke it. "I'm sorry. I would never mess with you two. I love you two."

She looks at me quizzically, trying to decode my momentary speech impediment.

'Oh honey..' I think to myself. 'She has no idea.' I didn't feel particularly powerful as she stood over me in my slutty outfit, lauding her newfound supernatural powers, but now the tables had turned pretty dramatically. "Emily, honey, you have no idea what you've gotten yourself caught up in. I've been through this before. This isn't a one-way thing, and that app certainly isn't your friend."

I pull out my phone and, sure enough, the app was letting me in now. Unlike her, I was an expert. I could try to 'forgive' now, but I doubt she'd accept, so I think I should make a quick move and show her what she's messing with.

She interrupts me, yelling "no! give that to me!" She tries to snatch it from me, but as her hand comes into contact with it, we hear a small 'zap' noise and Emily jumps backwards. "OW!" She tries to grab it again, but before her hands make it to my phone again, they change route and go straight to her nipples, squeezing and twisting them through her top. "What the--" "Hey!" "I can't move my--" "Ow!"

My phone buzzes with:

cgrevenge: 'she'll leave you alone while you work.'

I watch with glee as Emily frantically looks between me and the phone while abusing her nipples. "What is this?!" She's trying to use her elbows as leverage to reach me with the phone, but can't get her hands free.

"Oh, first rule - don't mess with your opponent's phone!" I make a point of taking my time enjoying watching her suffer, getting frustrated trying to stop hurting her nipples. Eventually, one of my own hands starts to move to my own nipple. "Ok, ok! I'll focus!" My hand yields control back to me.

As soon as I type the first letter, a suggestion comes up that looks perfect. I select: