(House Meeting) See who's home(Female Roommate)

Sam was getting ready for another round with her heavy bag when she heard the front door slam shut and rapid, clicking steps up the stairs and down the hall. "Sounds like Ramona back from the rally. That was quick. Figured she'd be lingering at her locker, showing off her tight little bod in that cheer outfit." Having a study hall last period let Sam skip most after school events like the pep rally. "Waste of time." She always muttered when she would watch her classmates pour into the gym or auditorium for some droll event.

Ramona was a great friend to Sam; she thought they were cut from the same cloth. Ramona was a confident looker and was proud of it, knowing what her looks could get her. Sam had a large ego, proud of her muscular, fighter build and confident in her skills. It also didn't hurt that Ramona was a cute looking piece of ass. Sam wasn't afraid to say she had spent one or two satisfying nights thinking about how she'd flip that cheerleader around, and she let the house know it on multiple occasions, always getting a little slap fight from Ramona, her limp hands doing nothing to Sam's toned arms. Sam always jokingly begged her to be Sam's valet at her fights, but Ramona always says she doesn't want to drive that much. It's adorable. Thinking back to her friend's slamming bedroom door, she pondered checking on her.

She shrugged, if Ramona wanted to talk, she knew Sam's door was always open. Ramona usually took some time to herself when she was heated about social drama. Sam turned back to her punching bag, squaring up for 3 minutes of combos. A pulse quickly throbbed in the base of Sam's skull and just as her workout bell rang, she decided she would check on Ramona. Because she chose to. Sam casually strolled down the hallway, ready to be a shoulder to cry on.

She knocked briskly on Ramona's door. "Hey, Mona!" she shouted, resting casually on the doorframe. "What's wrong, Sweetheart, did Stacy screw up the human pyramid again?" Sam respected the fuck out of the athletes on the team, but Stacy could not be bothered to support anyone but herself.

"Shit! that was fast." Sam heard Ramona mutter to herself, and the noise of rifling through her extensive closet. "Just a sec, Sam! I'm getting changed!" Her voice faded as she entered her bathroom. Sam fantasized about what she was slipping out of or in to. While Sam leaned on the wall, she noticed the door was not locked and decided to let herself in while she waited. She dove nonchalantly onto the cheerleader's bed, feet planted on the floor and back flat on the bed. A small thud hit her temple, and, flinching, Sam grabs Ramona's phone from where it slid into her face. As soon as her hand grasped the phone, a charming *ping* sound rang from a notification.

"GL? a new dating app maybe? Let's see who Mona is thirsty for lately." Sam grinned, ready to flirt for her. She quickly entered Ramona's password, which she learned after keeping Ramona thrown over her shoulder for 3 hours when she had to get ready for a date. Sam's eyes dimmed, disappointed. "Oh, some soccer mom app. Lame." She was about to toss the phone away, when an interesting avatar caught her eye. "Ooookay. That's a little much for a friendly matching game. What's this hottie here for, motivation? Wish I could get her as a valet." This closer inspection led to her reading the message of the notification. "Tapping out already? You HAVE been on a cold streak" The sexy avatar cycled through 2 animations: first, it shivered mockingly, getting a slight blue tint like it was freezing, then returning to normal color, it cheekily snickered behind its hand.

"Looks like Ramona isn't too hot at this game." Sam chuckled, but this particular call out seemed tailor made to her interests. It couldn't hurt to help out Ramona's record, and maybe she'd get to see more of the digital tart in the corner. She tapped yes, ready for a simple game. She did not get one. "Man! Those Ice Gems are tough to bust. Guess a losing streak is understandable. 'Way to lend a hand! She should follow your every command'? and you get a riddle. At least it's multiple choice." She continued to read, realizing there was a sub header "'Choose your punishment'... Oh is 'she' the little babe in the corner? She must display your punishments! This is a ~kinky~ game. I wonder how many times she's lost?" She tapped the avatar and found she could zoom in. Shocked, she recognized the sultry face looking back at her. Even in this cute style and hidden behind whorish make up, that was Ramona. "She made it look like her...that little slut." Sam chuckled approvingly. "Well, if Mona had to follow my commands, I'd choose..." Her options were:

'Magic Word', 'Yes (Wo)Man', 'That's an Order!'