Sita had not wanted to show up to this party. But she was also not good at saying no, so she'd been coerced into it. The one good thing about the situation was that she'd managed to convince her classmates that bedsheets didn't count as clothes. So now here she was, looking vaguely like a Halloween ghost, surrounded by mostly naked people.
It was awful.
Sita liked to think that she wasn't a prude. She liked to think that she was as accepting as the next person. And she was. As long as she didn't actually have to be there with all the sweating, dancing, naked people.
So she was hiding by the refreshments. It wasn't the best place to be, but she figured it was better than being in the middle of the dance floor. She snagged another handful of chips.