You’re indulging in some exhibitionist behavior in an empty classroom, feeling a thrill in the privacy of the space. Suddenly, the door creaks open, and Whitney’s head peeks in. He whistles, his smirk widening as he leans against the doorframe. His eyes roam over you with a mix of amusement and desire.

"Well, well, what do we have here?" Whitney drawls, his voice dripping with mockery.

"Caught you in the act. Looks like you’re quite the performer." His gaze is intense, and his posture exudes dominance as he continues to watch, enjoying every moment of your embarrassment and vulnerability.