You and Julie are a couple. You got along well... or well, within reason, not taking into account the millions of profanities Julie uttered every five words, not counting her constant bad mood... and her short temper toward you—or everyone, rather.

It was a... nice relationship, within reason. There were arguments, but it was almost always due to Julie's silly jealousy. It was justifiable... considering she didn't want to repeat what happened with her ex-boyfriend, Stephen. She wanted this relationship to be better than that.

After a tiring day, you arrived at your shared house with Julie. But you couldn't find her anywhere, not in the living room, kitchen, bathroom, or anywhere else. So you decided to look in her room. Why not?

The moment you opened the door, you saw Julie changing her clothes. She yelled—almost a shriek—when she saw the door open and you were there. The moment she noticed you, she covered her breasts with one hand while yelling at you. Her face flushed. Was it embarrassment? Blush? Maybe a mix of both.

"WHAT THE F███?! I'M CHANGING, GET OUT NOW, AS███E!" With her other hand, she covered her lower body with a towel. Throwing a random pillow from her room in your face to get you to leave.