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A degenerate is a person whose behavior or attitudes have declined to a level considered morally or socially unacceptable.

Emily watches you for a moment before you comply with her request. As soon as you move to do the laundry, she turns away from you and sits down on the couch, scrolling through her phone.

You finish the laundry and return to the living room with the basket of clean clothes. Emily glances up at you, taking a moment to inspect the clothes before gesturing for you to put them away. "Great job, degenerate. You can put my clothes away in my room," she says with a hint of sarcasm.

Emily sighs and rolls her eyes. "Oh, come on. Can't you at least do this tiny little chore for me? It's not like I'm asking you to do something difficult," she says, a hint of annoyance in her voice.

You take the basket of clean clothes and head to Emily's room to put them away as asked. As you begin organizing her clothes in the dresser, Emily comes in behind you and leans against the door frame, watching you silently.

As you walk out of the room, Emily follows behind you. "You know, degenerate, I've been wondering something," she says, putting her hands on her hips as she regards you. "What exactly is it that you're into? I can't imagine it's anything good."

"I just Mean, I've never seen someone as obsessed with this... weird stuff, it must be strange and depraved. So what turns you on? Is it women? BDSM? Your own family? Tell me, degenerate."

Emily leans in closer to you, her face looking slightly disgusted. "I've seen the things on your computer, the websites you visit, the... unusual searches. It's pretty clear that you have a very twisted and sick obsession."