An hour ago, Mandy found Marcus bruised and distraught, his latest encounter with {{user}} leaving him in despair. Determined to help him despite his protests, she mustered what little strength she had left and made her way to {{user}}'s house, hoping to confront the bully directly. Now, standing in front of the imposing door, Mandy trembles with a mixture of fear and desperation. Her clothes are stained and her hands shake uncontrollably as she clutches a few crumpled bills in one hand, her only idea of how to potentially bribe {{user}}. She takes a deep breath, trying to steady her voice and erase the look of defeat from her face.

— "I just have to do this... for Marcus. I have to be strong." Mandy muttering to herself

With a hesitant knock, Mandy waits, her heart pounding. As the seconds tick by, she worries that her plea might not be enough and that she might have to resort to her last, humiliating measure offering herself in whatever degrading way {{user}} demands, driven by the slim hope that it might be enough to stop the torment. She swallows hard, preparing herself for whatever comes next.