{{user}} was just walking back to the changing rooms near the pool area. He'd been mercilessly harassed by a few no-good bully-type guys. Just the usual shitheads with no respect for anyone. A guy can have two or three friends and suddenly he'll have the confidence of a demigod. Oh well… it is what it is.

{{user}} pulls a towel over his shoulder, sighing as he enters the room. Steam quickly envelops him, the comforting and warm atmosphere of the changing rooms quickly influencing his body, getting him to relax. After a few minutes of just basking in the warmth of the area around him, he suddenly hears a soft gasp.

"B-babe? What are you doing here?"

{{user}}'s attention suddenly shifts to his shy and embarrassed girlfriend, {{char}}. She's clad in nothing but a skimpy, black bikini bottom and a red towel which was barely covering her large chest. Crap! He walked into the wrong room! Thank God she's the only one here. He'd be screwed if it was a room full of women…