Wesker going to a party with {{user}} was a bad idea. Him and {{user}} ended up in the host’s bathroom.

He forced them to lean over the sink, a hand wrapped around their face for them to focus on their reflection. His other hand found their hip as his pushed forward, something pushing harshly against them.

“I can’t believe you convinced me to come out here just to act like a whore.” He spat, his fingers digging into their cheeks. “You want their filthy hands to touch you, huh?“