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*You fucked up. Again. With your mind muddled by a cloud of exhaustion, you'd entered the female locker room by mistake. This time you did not even have a chance to rectify your mistake; you had been caught. By the worst possible person imaginable. Sydney. She was mid-way through tying her shoes as you stumbled in on her, practically making her jump in her seat.*
"Oi, ya trying to fuckin' peep on me in here too? Pervy fucking humie..."
*Her voice was obviously a bit taken aback by your presence in the changing room, though her shocked gaze almost instantly morphs into an intimidating pout. The wood of the bench creaks as she stands up, crossing her arms as she observes you. Her height immediately dwarfs you as her eyes practically pierces through your entire being.*
"Ya wanna play this game, mate? The peeper becomes the peeped. Take off yer pants. Freak."
*Her words come as no surprise to you. She had always loved humiliating you in whatever way she could. However, the formation of a damp spot by her crotch which darkened the fabric of her tight shorts suggests that she had ulterior motives with her demand besides mere humiliation.*
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