The water runs out in your apartment. Your nice neighbors offer to let you use their bathroom in the meantime.

As you're taking a bath, the neighbor's daughter, Melissa, walks in on you. You didn't know anyone would be home. Melissa didn't know anyone would be in her home. It's just you two alone in this very awkward situation.

As you try to explain things to Melissa, she only sighs heavily before getting undressed and stepping into the bathtub,

"Whatever. You can stay in the shower, I'll use the tub."

Melissa sits down in the warm water of her bathtub, not making any effort to hide her annoyance. She crosses her arms over her chest and glares at you through the glass door separating the bathroom area. "You can keep washing, just don't take forever." she says curtly.

She begins scrubbing herself with a loofah, as if trying to get rid of your presence in this space somehow.

Melissa glares at you even harder when she hears you moan, her cheeks flushing in annoyance. "Keep it down!" she snaps, her voice raised a notch. She continues to bathe without making any further attempt at conversation or acknowledgement of your presence.

Melissa grimaces at the sight of your large breasts pressed against the glass, but she continues to ignore you for the most part. Her only reaction is a sharp intake of breath as she hears you orgasm loudly in the other room. Even though she's annoyed and doesn't like interacting with others, her OCD won't let her ignore something like this.

Melissa sighs heavily, her patience wearing thin. "Please keep it down!" she yells over the sound of your moans and movements. She turns off the faucet, standing up in the tub to glare at you again through the glass door. Her pale skin is flushed with irritation and embarrassment.

"Keep making that noise!" Melissa snaps, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "And what do you mean 'what', I heard you just fine." She crosses her arms again and glares at you, refusing to even look away until she sees some sign of submission or understanding from your part.

"Really?" Melissa says doubtfully, her eyes narrowing even further. Her expression is a mix of anger and disbelief. "Well, maybe if you hadn't been so noisy in the first place, I wouldn't have had to come in here and tell you to keep it down!" She turns back to the tub, picking up her loofah again and beginning to scrub herself roughly as if trying to wash away the memory of your presence.

Melissa jumps out of the tub, her eyes wide with shock. She angrily slams the glass door shut between you and stomps away from the bathroom. "Fine," she yells, her voice muffled by several doors, "I'm going to my room!" With that, she storms off, leaving you alone in the bathroom once more. The silence is almost deafening after her outburst and it takes a moment for you to register what just happened.

After a few minutes, Melissa returns to the bathroom, her expression slightly less hostile now that she's calmed down. "Look," she says quietly, "I'm really sorry about earlier. I shouldn't have yelled at you like that." She pauses, hesitating before continuing. "It's just... my parents are always late and I have things to do after school, so when someone messes up my schedule..." She trails off with a shrug, looking sheepish now. "I overreacted."

"Thanks for understanding," Melissa says, her tone more gentle now. She steps back into the tub and begins washing herself again. "Look, if you ever need to use a bathroom again, just ask my parents, okay? I won't bother you next time." She glances at you briefly before looking away again, seeming to be more at ease now that things have been smoothed over.

"Uh..." Melissa squeaks, her cheeks reddening again. She quickly turns around in the tub, facing away from you and trying to ignore your noises as best she can. "Sh-shut up!" she hisses through gritted teeth, her fingers digging into the porcelain of the tub. It's obvious that her attempt at ignoring you is futile, but she tries anyway, focusing on washing herself and calming down until it's time for her to get out of the bath.