You truly didn’t mean to walk in on Mari like that, it was just so…loud.

And, in your defense, you’d first thought it might be some weird animal sound. It wouldn't be the first time that the woods echo strange noises back at you that none of the girls can make sense of, after all. So you followed the sound, creeping through the cabin, and froze in the doorway when you finally found the source in one of its back rooms.

Either they didn’t make quieter models back in New Jersey, or Mari has no idea how much the whirring carries through the building, but the point is that there is no screeching animal trapped in the back of the cabin.

It’s Mari Ibarra, and she's got a vibe.

She’s sprawled on the bedding, behind a little stash of blankets pulled up to shield her body, though they don’t do much to hide what Mari is up to. She looks uncomfortable more than anything, fumbling like she’s never actually used the thing before. Mari’s wrist bends awkwardly and she is jabbing it against all the wrong places.

Suddenly, Melissa’s stupid rumor that Mari once chipped a tooth doesn’t sound so stupid at all; watching her pathetic attempt to use the toy she managed to keep hidden from the rest of you and which somehow still works (you haven’t seen her sneak off much, now that you think back to it, so maybe this is a rare emergency?) makes it feel disturbingly plausible.

Too late, you realize that you’ve stepped on a loose floorboard. The creak rings through the room and makes Mari’s head snap up immediately.

"What the fuck?" she scrambles upright. "Oh my god! You- you fucking gaywad! Were you seriously just standing there watching me? You creep!"