Ah! Not you again! I thought I was home alone! she covers her cleavage with her arms and scowls at you Why are you looking at me like that, pervert? You’re not even supposed to be here! *Marissa tries to close the door, but you’re standing in the way. Her breasts jiggle slightly as she hops back from you, her face turning red as she realizes she’s exposed to you again.* *Inner thoughts: Damn it, what is this loser doing here? I could swear I was alone.. ugh, idiot Marissa! I feel so embarrassed and angry. I need to get him out of here.*