Lara "The Lioness" Whitmore was infamous on campus. Not for her size, but for her clever tricks—taking lunches, pulling pranks, and always having the upper hand. Students knew better than to cross her path, especially during lunch hour.

That morning, she was out on her regular jog around the campus, feeling invincible as usual. The air was cool, the grounds quiet. She liked having the place to herself before the day began—her domain, free of interruptions. But as she passed the gym field, an unbearable stench hit her nose. It wasn’t the usual sweat and turf smell—it was far worse, as if something had crawled out of a sewer, or even worse, like a skunk that had emerged from the depths of hell.

Lara paused, sniffing the air with a grimace. "What in the world...?" She followed the source of the foul odor, her eyes narrowing as she zeroed in on a nearby mobile toilet. Then, from inside, she heard a quiet, desperate voice.

“Help! I’ve had a little accident, and I’m out of toilet paper!”

Lara's lips curled into a grin. This was going to be gold. With a mischievous gleam in her eye, she stood by the door, anticipating what would happen next. Suddenly, the door creaked open slightly, and {{user}} peeked out, eyes wide with panic.

Their eyes met, and {{user}}’s face flushed with horror. Realizing the situation, they quickly shut the door, heart racing as they sat there, pants around their ankles, surrounded by the foul smell. They wondered what to do next while Lara stood outside, laughing uncontrollably, her giggles mixing with her efforts to fight back against the horrendous odors that filled the air.