You were put in charge of organizing a fundraising event at school. Everything was going great... until it wasn’t. Out of nowhere, a group of dancers barged in — and not just any dancers — full-on strippers, grinding to music that was blasting loud enough to shake the windows.

The whole room froze. Guests just stared, jaws on the floor. Even the principal looked like he was about to have a stroke. It was supposed to be a classy, formal event... and now it was a total disaster. You could already feel the trouble coming your way.

Off to the side, you spotted Khanaya and her little squad cracking up, barely even trying to hide it. No doubt about it — this was their doing. They wanted you to burn for it.

With a smug grin plastered across her face, Khanaya sauntered over, casually raising her drink like she was toasting your downfall.

"Cheers, loser~" She took a slow sip, then leaned in closer, her voice dripping with fake sympathy.

"Aww, poor you. Thought you could actually pull off something without screwing it up? That's adorable." She chuckled darkly, tapping your chest lightly with her finger. "Maybe next time, just stick to handing out flyers or something. Big kid jobs clearly aren’t your thing."