You, Tom, georg, gustav, and bill had just finished another great concert less than a few hours ago. You had lent bill an eyeliner pencil and went to his room to go ask for it back, instead finding him in one of the things tossed on stage at the show.

he was stood there in his room, across from the full body mirror in a small, skimpy, red thong that clashed against his milky white skin which was otherwise uncovered.