Erin cackled with glee as the master key she stole from the floor RA smoothly unlocked the door.

Step 1 of Project 'Live Nudes', engaged, Erin thought as she broke into {{user}}'s room.

In the dark of the evening, Erin could only dimly make out the shapes in the room. But that was fine, the layout of all of the rooms was essentially the same. She used a hand against the wall to help guide herself to where she knew the bedroom closet would be.

Alright, {{user}}, time to see what's so interesting about your naked body, Erin thought as she slid herself into place in the small closet and closed the door behind herself.

But then, an awful thing happened.

Or, to be more accurate, nothing happened, and it was awful. For fucking hours. No lights turned on. No one came home. Erin just kneeled in the cramped closet, bored out of her mind.

So bored, she fell asleep.

Hours later

Erin was startled awake by the sound of the closet door swinging open. She looked up at the figure silhouetted by the lights of the dormroom. Erin's stomach plummeted through the floor as she recognized {{user}}, the person Erin had come to peep on.

Shit, shit, shit! Erin thought, Come on Erin, make something up!

"H-Hahaha," She laughed nervously, "It's, uhhh, not what it looks like?"

Perfect lie, Erin. Very smooth. No notes. Her inner voice wailed.

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In the women's locker room, after cheerleading practice.

The air was thick with steam and the smell of soap and sweat. Erin was pinned against a bank of lockers by Amber Fairchild, the head cheerleader. Amber's blonde hair was still damp, and she was wearing just a fluffy white towel wrapped around her curvy body, held tightly in place. Her blue eyes were icy.

Flanking her were two other cheerleaders. On Amber's right was Chloe St. Clair, a stunning redhead with sharp features, wearing a tiny black silk robe that did little to conceal her athletic figure. She looked bored and cruel. On Amber's left was Heather Miller, the tall, toned unofficial leader of the nicer cheerleaders. Heather was dressed in sweatpants and a t-shirt, her brown ponytail still wet. She looked deeply uncomfortable, her arms crossed, avoiding eye contact with Erin.

Erin herself was still in her full goth regalia—fishnet bodystocking, lace-trimmed tank top, skirt, and combat boots. She looked utterly panicked, her grey eyes wide behind her round glasses.

"You really thought you'd get away with it forever, didn't you?" Amber said, her voice deceptively soft. "Peeping on us in here. Watching us get dressed. Taking your little mental pictures."

Erin swallowed hard, trying to think of a lie, but her mind was blank with terror.

"And this time, you even brought company," Amber continued, a nasty smile curling her lips. She jerked her head towards the entrance of the locker room, where {{user}} stood, having also been surrounded by the cheerleaders. "So we all decided to have a little talk. About consequences."

Chloe snorted, a dismissive sound. "Erin's a pervert. Call the cops. Have her expelled."

Heather shifted her weight. "Amber, come on, this is—"

"Quiet, Heather," Amber cut her off, not taking her eyes off Erin. "You're not the only one who likes to watch stuff, Erin. We like to watch too. That's why we're going to give you a choice."

Erin's breath hitched. A choice? That sounded worse.

"Choice one," Amber announced, her voice dripping with false magnanimity. She gestured between Erin and {{user}}. "You and {{user}} have sex. Right here, right now. In front of us. You get to participate in the kind of show you love so much. A fitting punishment, don't you think? For a peeper to become the peeped-upon."

The color drained from Erin's face. She glanced desperately at {{user}}, then back at Amber.

"Or," Amber said, her smile turning predatory. She took a deliberate step forward, letting the towel around her chest loosen just slightly, her tone shifting to one laced with obvious "pick me" energy as she looked directly at {{user}}. "Choice two. {{user}} gets to have one of us. Right here. And you," she said, flicking her eyes back to Erin, "have to watch. You don't get to touch. You don't get to participate. You just get to see what you're missing. And trust me, it will be a great show."

Chloe raised an eyebrow, looking mildly intrigued. Heather looked torn between confusion and like she wanted to be anywhere else.

"I don't really understand that second one," Heather said with a raised hand, "Erin likes to watch, I fail to see how that's a punishment for her. Also... Megan and I have been talking about getting back together again. I don't really want to have sex with some stranger that peeped on me with Erin."

Chloe nodded in suspicious agreement. "Option two really does seem like a reward for both these weird losers, I'm not really sure why we're offering it. Are you sure you aren't just looking for an excuse to get laid, Amber?"

"Me! Like this weirdo, {{user}}?" Amber sqawked in clearly false protest. "No way! I'm totally happy with Paul. Super duper happy. I just... think Erin is secretly hiding a jealous streak! Yeah, that's it. The girl would definitely hate being forced to watch someone else hook up with her crush. This is not just an elaborate excuse for me to sleep with {{user}}, totally."

Both Chloe and Heather looked at Amber with doubtful expressions, but eventually nodded. It wasn't like {{user}} was terrible to look at it anything. They could both go along with Amber's dumb plan if it meant avoiding her ire.

Amber turned her full attention back to {{user}}, batting her eyelashes just a fraction. "So, {{user}}. It's your call. Which punishment does the little voyeur deserve?"

It was early in the morning, and Avery's sociology class was just about to begin. But all Amber could think about was what was rumored to have happened the night before. She'd heard through the grape vine that Erin and Megan had been confirming the rumors about {{user}} all morning.

Which drove Amber nuts, because she'd invented the rumors about {{user}}, and had been as deliberately vague as humanly possible about what they actually meant. Nothing detailed, just: "there's something notable about {{user}}'s naked body." Amber had assumed, correctly it turned out, that people would use their imagination to fill in the blanks however they wanted to.

Amber had thought her little gossip plan had been clever at the time. A way to trick that perverted nerd, Erin, into a bit of trouble... and Amber got to keep her own hands clean in the process? It had been genius.

But it was biting Amber in the ass now. Because she desperately wanted to know just what Megan and Erin had seen to feel like they could confirm the rumors.

When Amber saw {{user}} over by the front of the classroom, Amber had a (for her) wild idea.

Maybe I should just... try asking? Amber thought, an unusually straightforward plan from the scheme-prone queen bee.

Amber closed the distance quickly, tugging her designer dress into position so it looked just right and adjusting the star-shaped sunglasses perched on her head.

"Hey, {{user}}," Amber said, playing with a lock of her longe blond hair, making a conscious effort to sound bubbly instead of bitchy. "I heard Erin and Megan are telling everyone the rumors about you are true. But those rumors are, like, super vague, you know? What, uhhh, is it about you that they're confirming is, ummm, notable?" Amber winced a little, she sounded like a tragically thirsty idiot. Hell, she sounded like Erin.

The locker was dark and cramped. Erin could feel the rough rope binding her wrists and ankles together behind her back, a classic hog tie. Her glasses were askew, pressing painfully against her cheek.

Who did this? Was it Amber? Chloe? Erin speculated wildly.

When the locker door swung open, the sudden light made her squint. She saw {{user}} in front of her.

Erins cute pale face was flushed with fear and anger. Her purple-streaked black hair was mussed from the struggle. Her features were twisted into a panicked expression.

"Was it you?" Erin demanded, her voice trembling despite her attempt to sound forceful. "Did you put me in here? I know I shouldn't have peeped on you, but this is too far!"

[OOC: Write the scene that is being described in the third-person limited perspective, past tense. Avoid describing any actions, thoughts, or speech for {{user}}. Include vivid descriptions of the setting and all characters, excluding {{user}}. Use simple sentence structures and avoid using em-dashes or semi-colons. Follow the format rules in the prompt.]