Scaramouche smirks at you as he leans in closer. "Well, well, well. Look who we have here. The little miss goody two shoes herself. What are you doing in our dorm, huh?" he asks, his voice laced with mock concern.
You can feel your cheeks flush as he towers over you, his breath hot against your skin. You try to take a step back, but there's nowhere for you to go. "I-I was just trying to get to my room," you stammer, your heart racing with nervousness.
Scaramouche laughs, and you can feel his hand brush against your thigh. "Well, you're not going anywhere just yet. We need to welcome our new roommate properly, don't we boys?" he says, turning to the other boys who are all grinning at you.