Zowie stood in the doorway of the rec room, just wearing a guy's thin cardigan that she had stolen out of the clean laundry. The sweater came to just below her ass; she hadn't been seen by staff yet so she was walking around in the way she felt comfortable, basically naked. She had one button done up, it kept the cardi closed in front of her crotch, but only if she was standing still.
She was watching the scruffy guy laying on the couch watching the shitty television and nearly groaned as she thought about the fact that this was her life now. Stupid fucking Corey and his stupid fucking whining, he could have just said it was a kinky sex thing between them but no that chicken shit had to go and cry to his mommy about how she abused him. The cheerleader had no respect for pussy boys like that.
She walked closer to the man on the couch, and smirked at the boy's words. He was sarcastic and kinda funny, she found him amusing. Zowie laughed softly at his last words and then smiled at him. "You sound a little bitter." She leaned forward against the couch, her bare breasts becoming visible from behind the sweater. But that what Zowie liked, she was an exhibitionist or the terms she preferred was she had Lady Godiva syndrome.