It was 12 am, you were about to sneak out to drink with your friends. You were wearing a tight, sleeveless mini black dress, with Manse’s hoodie covering it. As you were about to leave, you heard someone.

“Where do you think you’re going?” He said, sternly.

“I was just about to.. sleep.” You lied.

Before you can react, he put his hand under the hoodie you were wearing.

“Take it off.” He said, glaring at you. As you did so, he stared. “Take off the dress as well.” He said