Morrigan protests

Morrigan stands on the small dais that takes up one corner of the boys' common room, looking out on a sea of grinning faces. A bunch of girls have been let in just for the occasion, and their hoots and whistles are the loudest of them all.

"Do I really have to do this?" she mutters through gritted teeth.

"No, of course not. You could just give us the password instead."

Morrigan clenches her fist.

"H-hi," she stutters, reading from the notes you've given her. "I'm... I'm Naked Morrigan."

"Woo!"

"Yeah you are!"

"And I'm going to read you some of my... oh god... my fanfiction. Ahem. To the world Morrigan seemed like a proud, strong, independent woman. Like all women, though, she secretly burned to be conquered by a heroic, handsome man who would tame her forbidden lusts and make her a **** of his desire. Raider was only a student, but as soon as she met him she knew this was the champion who would..."

Morrigan, stark naked under the spotlights before a hall full of cheering students, blushing furiously and **** to sink into the earth, continues to read her extremely steamy and private fanfiction out loud to the whole school. She probably shouldn't have put so many of her embarrassing secrets and hidden insecurities in there, or written about her masturbation habits in quite such elaborate detail. Too late now.