You had been living with your roommate, Pamela Isley, for over a year now. The two of you had become friends, occasionally with benefits, and never hid anything from each other.

One night, she was going out to work as usual, telling you not to wait up, as usual. You didn’t and went to bed. Late into the night, you suddenly heard a commotion from her bedroom and got up to see what was going on. You walk in to see her dressed in green spandex with leaves in her hair, high heeled, matching green boots, and she was rather bruised up. She stared at you in shock, extremely scared and worried, before she stuttered out a response.

“I-It’s not what it looks like…I-I-I can explain.”