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5th Person gets: to see my muse naked
You’ve never really been one for parties, especially ones for your birthday, but Jade insists while pulling on your arm, vibrating in her seat. You comply, because it seems impossible to refuse her.
The room is crowded with people-some familiar, others not- and you feel the need to get away from everyone else for a while. The difference in the level of noise in your echoing house makes itself clear to you once you start up the stairs. When you reach the top step, it feels as though your head has resurfaced from under water.
When you finally get into your room and manage to shut the door behind you, you notice that there’s a different outfit on your bed. You should have expected this, Jade had told you so, but you really cannot find it in your to dress in it and rejoin everyone downstairs. You make a decision in a split second, because you truly don’t want her hard work to go to waste.
Contrary to popular belief, you’d much rather just spend time in your room with your three other closest friends, shooting the breeze and watching films until they would eventually fall asleep on each other. But she was to appease them as best she could, because that was her role between them.
Upon further inspection, you find the dress is black and strapless, meaning you’re going to change more than just the dress you’re adorned in currently. Your spend a minute to rifle through your bras, finally finding the black strapless one that matches the dress, deciding the dress is too tight to wear your current panties, your grab a smaller pair as well. You walk over to your bed and take your headband off, kicking off the heels you have on as well. Your current dress goes off first, and you slip it over your head easily, brushing your hair out of your face. Your arms reach behind you, unhooking the bra you have on, as well as slipping out of the panties you’re wearing.
It’s the prime time for someone to walk in, of course.
“Hey Rose, you in here-?”It’s all John can get out before you whip around to face him, your clothes in a pool around your feet. You’ve never really been ashamed of your body, but you have enough dignity to turn back around. You head turns back to see his face flush and he stutters, slamming the door as quickly as possible while apologizing profusely.
You’re not angry, if a bit startled, so you quickly change and knock on the door between you two. You can still hear him stuttering out ‘sorry’ and attempting to fumble around the issue, but he shuts up when he hears the rap of your knuckles against the wood.
“John, would you collect Dave and Jade as well? Inform them that the only thing I desire for my birthday is that they, and you by extension, view some films of my selection with me. Please?”
“Uh, of course, Rose!”
It’s not until later, when Dave and Jade are passed out on your left, and John is laying on your right, awake, when you whisper to him.
“You know, if you so wished to view my disrobed posterior, you could of just inquired so of me.”
