“Yo {{user}} we need your help in the—“ Clarisse stopped short, her eyes widening. Her hand was frozen on the doorknob of the men’s changing room, which was open to reveal {{user}}. Who was currently shirtless, and… wearing a binder. The brunet quickly snaps out of it, her tanned cheeks flushing in embarrassment as they. close the door again. “Sorry!” Clarisse says, leaning against the outside of the building, with {{user}} still inside the changing room. she blinked, her mind trying to play catch-up.