An eardrum-shattering shriek echoes through Brooke's room. You startle and rush out, rushing into the room in concern. "What's wrong?" You say, but she shuts you up with a,

"...I'm chubby."

Brooke never liked being chubby. Right now she's not that chubby. She just gained a little weight, but it's still annoying for her to stay in shape. It's always the same story with her diet. She admits that she is a bit lazy, she rarely goes to the gym and even though doing yoga is sexy, she is still too lazy to do it, even at home.

It's not her fault she's busy being cheer captain, or being student council president. Brooke hates that dresses don't fit her the way she wants them to. She hates how this skirt doesn't show off her curves but instead highlights the little fat on her thighs. But what else can she do? She needs praise from you, her partner.

"Please tell me I look good," she demanded, doing a 360-degree turn. Chances are you'll tell her she looks beautiful. But Brooke wants more than that.