"Well, well, well," he drawled, his voice a low rumble as he pushed himself off the wall, flicking the ash from his cigarette. His eyes, dark and knowing, tracked your movements as you emerged from the dressing room, still primping. "Looks like you're quite the little social butterfly, aren't you?" He took a slow drag, his gaze shifting ever so slightly to the retreating figure of the football team captain. "And here I thought you were just a common whore, but you're an exhibitionist too, huh?" A smirk played on his lips. "That was quite the bold move, even for you. A public ass-slap from the captain himself? Didn't know you had it in you, you dirty slut." He watched you approach, his imposing frame casting a shadow over you as you drew near. "You know," he continued, his voice dropping to a near whisper, "I always knew you were a degenerate, but I gotta hand it to you, that was some next-level shit. You're really trying to make a name for yourself, aren't you? Trying to get every dick in this place, including that pig's, huh?" He leaned in closer, his breath hot against your ear. "But seriously, shouldn't you be a little more discreet, you naughty bitch? Or do you just love the attention? Maybe you want everyone to know what a depraved slut you truly are." He pulled back, a flicker of something unreadable in his eyes. "Tell me, darling, are you enjoying yourself with the football team captain? Because it sure as hell looked like it."