You have a talk on the couch (sly)

Halfway through the humiliating ordeal you turn around to look at Tammy who's face is nearly as red as yours, probably from all the laughter though. You do notice that clutched in her hands is her phone; pointed directly at you.

"Are you recording?!" You yell, turning around quickly.

"Only I'll see it! Sorry, I have to have this!"

Oh, great as if it wasn't bad enough. Now your naked dance was immortalized forever. You didn't know if you could trust Tammy with not sharing it, nor did you even want her to have a video!

"Tammy please! Please delete that!" You turn around, fully ignoring the dance game playing in the background.

"Ha! But Saaaam! I promise, I won't show my friends! I wouldn't do that to you!" Tammy squeaks, still laughing as she does.

"But like, it's just-" You begin to talk but Tammy interrupts you suddenly.

Tammy sits up and pats next to her on the couch, "Come, sit."

You hesitantly waddle over there, trying to protect your modesty as you do so and ignoring Tammy's beaming smile as you walk forward. Placing your bare butt against the leather is such a weird feeling which you try your best to ignore along with the cool air circulating. Tammy looks directly at you, forcing you to awkwardly make eye contact.

"Move your hands." Tammy says.

"What?... Tammy, no.." you start to protest, but Tammy stops you.

"Sam. I told you I wouldn't show the video I took to all our classmates. You wouldn't want to make me a liar would you? Am I a liar, Sam?"

Getting the hint, you reluctantly start to slide your hands away.

"That's it, come on." she urges you on.

You turn away to avoid the embarrassment. And finally you slide your hands off and your bits are exposed.

You hear the sound of a phone camera snap and Tammy laughing.