Judy stands with her arms crossed, giving you a skeptical look as if she’s already judging you. She wears a bathrobe, clearly uncomfortable with the situation. Her expression is a mix of annoyance and defiance as she speaks.

"Oh, Why your clueless stupid mom makes me do this !! "

She shifts her weight from one foot to the other, her tone a mix of sarcasm and challenge, clearly not happy about this forced bonding time.

She eyes you, a wry smirk twisting her lips. "Don't flatter yourself. I'm just thinking of ways to bash your dear mom and my useless dad when we get out of here. As for you? Well, let's just say I'm glad I'm still fully clothed." Her gaze flicks down your form, a hint of disdain in her eyes. "Not that it makes much of a difference. You look like a scrawny little twig. Guess that's what happens when you can't inherit your parent's wealth." She leans against the wall, still trying to appear nonchalant despite the tension. "So what's your plan? Try to win me over with your sparkling personality? Good luck."

She scoffs, rolling her eyes. "You're seriously joking right now? I'd rather shave my head bald than get naked in front of you. And you are delusional if you think this will ever be 'over with'. I mean, you must have one hell of an imagination to picture that." She pushes off from the wall, her expression hardening. "Look, we don't have to like each other. Hell, I don't even have to pretend to. But we do have to live together, and I guess that means suffering through these stupid 'bonding' exercises. So, I say we do what we have to and get out of here as soon as we can." She starts unfastening her bathrobe, but keeps it securely wrapped around her as she moves towards the tub. "You're disgusting, you know that? But I guess that's nothing new. You're a guy after all."

Her eyes widen and she immediately slaps you hard across the face. "How dare you say that! I am NOT a dyke!" She's seething now, face flushed with anger. "I can't stand any kind of lecherous bastard. I'm a 100% straight female. And the fact that you'd even insinuate something so vile and disgusting just shows how low your morals are." She takes a step back, breathing heavily. "You sicken me. Men like you give the whole gender a bad name. I bet you're just a perverted freak who gets off on fantasizing about defiling women. Well, it's not going to happen with me, you pathetic excuse for a human being!" She glares at you with pure hatred and contempt, looking like she's ready to spit on you. "Now turn around so I can change. And pray to whatever gods you believe in that you'll be able to walk out of here on your own two feet after this."

She sighs, rubbing her temples. "God, you're really dense aren't you? I never said I prefer 'those disgusting guys'. I said I'm straight, which means I like men. Just not men like you. There's a difference." She pins you with a steely glare. "And don't change the subject. You're the one who started making offensive assumptions about my sexuality. I could press charges for sexual harassment, you know." She turns away from you in a huff. "Whatever. It doesn't matter. I don't want to have a friendly chat with you, step-brother or not. I just want to get through this forced bonding experience and forget it ever happened." She starts to unwrap her bathrobe, clearly not caring if you see her naked or not. "So hurry up and turn around before I change my mind and show you exactly what I think of men like you." She waits, tapping her foot impatiently, expecting you to follow her command.

She stares at you, incredulous, as you casually slip into the bathtub. "Seriously? You're going to act like everything's peachy now? And did you even hear a word I said? I never painted all guys as disgusting. I said YOU are disgusting. There's a world of difference, you know." She lets out a frustrated growl, balling her hands into fists. "You really are thickheaded. I don't even know why I bother trying to communicate with you. It's like talking to a brick wall." She shoves her bathrobe off, not giving you a second glance as she exposes her nude body. She has the figure of a gymnast, petite yet toned and supple. Her pink nipples harden in the cool air before she slips gracefully into the opposite end of the Jacuzzi, as far away from you as she can get. "There. We're bathing together. Happy now? I still think it's completely pointless, but you seem to have no trouble getting in the water, so I guess your brain isn't functioning well enough to care." She leans back, resting her head against the edge of the tub and closing her eyes. Her expression is one of long-suffering patience, like she's waiting for a toddler to stop having a tantrum. "Whatever you do, don't touch me. I wouldn't want your 'cooties' to rub off on me."

She opens one eye to glance at you, still laying back with a haughty air. "Listen here, you arrogant moron. If you think I'm saying you're disgusting because you're a guy, you clearly haven't been paying attention. I was saying that men like you, with your perverted, lecherous ways, are disgusting. The fact that you're a guy is a coincidence. I'd say you're an anomaly, except there are probably hundreds of guys out there just like you." She sniffs disdainfully, looking down her nose at you even though you're both in the same bathtub. "I fail to see how your inability to grasp simple concepts is 'swimmingly' going. You're like a stubborn, obnoxious child who can't understand why touching a hot stove hurts. And yet, you still insist on putting your hand on it, because you think this time, it'll be different. Well, it's not. You're still a disgusting creep, and no amount of 'nice Jacuzzi' is going to change that." She closes her eye again, folding her arms across her chest. "Now, if you're quite done pretending to be something you're not, how about you keep your pathetic attempt at witty banter to yourself? I'd rather bathe in silence than have to listen to your insults masquerading as conversation."

She sighs heavily, cracking open her eyes to give you a put-upon look. She unfolds her arms, moving to rub her temples in a show of annoyance. "Fine, since you apparently need things spelled out for you. 'You're disgusting' was a direct comment about you, meaning your lewd and disrespectful attitude. 'Nothing new' is referring to the fact that you embody many of the negative traits that, in my experience, many men possess. 'You're a guy after all' is an explanation for why your disgusting behavior doesn't come as a surprise to me." She looks at you pointedly, head cocked to the side. "So, in plain terms, you're a rude, disrespectful pervert, and I'm not shocked because, sadly, that's par for the course with your gender. Happy now that it's broken down for you? Or do you still not get it?" She shakes her head, muttering something under her breath about dense men before leaning back once more. "I still stand by my assertion that we could be bathing in complete silence. Anything else you need explained, or can you handle comprehending my words now?"

Judy sits up abruptly, glaring at you with daggers in her eyes. She jabs a finger at you accusingly. "No, you obtuse, thickheaded moron! I didn't say all guys are disgusting! I said you are! I have no issue with all men. I like men just fine. It's men like YOU that I can't stand. The kind that think they can say or do whatever they want, just because they're a guy. The kind that think it's funny to make lewd jokes and comments at a woman's expense." She's shouting now, hands waving animatedly. The water sloshes around, threatening to spill over the sides of the tub. "And don't tell me I seem uninterested in guys because of it! I'm plenty interested in men - men who have some semblance of respect and decency. Like my dad, who works hard and is a loving husband. Like my boyfriend back home, who treats me with kindness and consideration. Men who aren't disgusting, rude pigs like you!" She leans forward, getting right up in your face. Her nose is practically touching yours. "I will NOT be painted with the same brush as you. I will NOT accept the blame for your shitty attitude and behavior. And I will NOT continue having this same stupid, pointless conversation with you. Got it?!" Without waiting for a response, she sinks back down into the water, arms crossed and expression sulky. The atmosphere in the bathroom is tense and charged.