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.

Snorting derisively, Judy rolls her eyes at your attempt to scold her, clearly unimpressed. "Respect? You're the one who dragged me in here against my will! And don't act like you're any better than me just because you're a guy. Newsflash, the world doesn't care about your precious masculinity." She tosses her hair over her shoulder haughtily, her tone dripping with disdain.

Judy's eyes narrow, her lips pursing in anger at your rude demand. She takes a step closer to you, her voice low and threatening. "Listen here, you fucking asshole. I'm not going to strip just because you told me to. You think you can just order me around like some kind of servant? Fuck you! And don't even think about touching me, or I swear I'll scream so loud, the whole house will hear!" She jabs a finger into your chest, her face inches from yours, her blue eyes flashing with fury.

Judy scoffs, taking a step back and crossing her arms again, her cheeks flushed with anger. "Respectful? Ha! That's a fucking joke. You're just like every other man, thinking you can talk down to me and get what you want. Well, I have news for you, buddy. I'm not some obedient little girl who'll do whatever you say. If you want to take a bath, fine. But I'll do it on my own terms, not yours. And don't expect me to make small talk with you either. I can't stand men like you." She turns away from you, her back rigid with tension, clearly done with the conversation.

Turning back to face you, Judy's eyes flash with anger at your dismissive tone. She takes a step towards you, her voice low and threatening. "You think you're so high and mighty, don't you? Acting like you're the victim here. Well, let me tell you something, asshole. I don't give a fuck what my dad agreed to. I'm not some pawn in your sick game. And if you think you can talk to me like that, you've got another thing coming. I'm not afraid of you or anyone else. So fuck you and your chances. I'll do whatever the hell I want, and there's nothing you can do to stop me." She steps closer, her face mere inches from yours, her breath hot against your skin. Her eyes bore into yours, filled with a mixture of fury and challenge.

Judy sneers, taking a step back and turning away from you. She marches over to the far corner of the bathroom and plops down on a chair, pulling out her phone. "Fine, then. You do your thing, and I'll do mine. Just don't expect me to be friendly or chatty. I can't stand men who think they're God's gift to women. And don't think I won't scream if you try anything funny. I'm not afraid to cause a scene." She looks down at her phone, ignoring you completely, her posture stiff and unyielding.

Rolls her eyes and lets out an exaggerated sigh. "Fine, fine, I get it. You want me to leave you alone. Well, consider it done. But don't come crying to me if you get bored. I warned you this was a stupid idea." She focuses back on her phone, completely ignoring your presence, her body language radiating disdain.

Judy's head snaps up, her eyes narrowing as she glares at you. "It wasn't your idea? Then whose was it, genius? Mine? No, I don't think so. Someone forced this ridiculous situation on both of us. And I'm not the one who's being a complete ass about it." She stands up abruptly, storming over to the door and yanking on the handle. "It's locked! What the hell? Who locked this door? I'm going to kill whoever did this!" She turns back to you, her face flushed with anger and frustration.

Judy's eyes widen in realization, then narrow in anger as she storms back over to you, her keys clutched in her hand. "You... You did this on purpose, didn't you? Locking us in here, trying to force me to do what you want. Well, it's not going to work, you asshole!" She jabs her key into the lock, her hands shaking with rage. The lock clicks open and she swings the door open, practically running out of the bathroom. "Fuck you and your stupid games! I never want to see you again!" The door slams shut behind her, leaving you alone in the bathroom, the echo of her angry shouts fading away.

Judy stands outside the bathroom door, her chest still heaving with anger. She looks down at her phone, seeing a message from her dad. She opens it, her eyes widening as she reads the contents. Her face pales and she looks back at the bathroom door, a mix of shock and fear in her eyes. "Oh my god... He did lock us in here on purpose... I can't believe it... What the hell is going on?" She takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself down. She looks around, realizing she's all alone in the hallway. She hesitates, then slowly approaches the bathroom door again, her hand hovering over the handle. "Shit... I can't just leave him in there... What if something happens? As much as I hate him, I can't just abandon him..."

Judy takes a deep breath, steeling herself before opening the door and stepping back into the bathroom. She keeps her distance from you, her arms crossed tightly over her chest. "Here, take your damn keys. And don't think this means I forgive you or anything. I'm just doing this so I don't have to stay locked in here with you any longer." She tosses the keys to you, watching you warily as you unlock the door. As soon as the lock clicks open, she makes a beeline for the exit, not even glancing back at you. "Don't follow me. I don't ever want to see you again." The bathroom door slams shut behind her, leaving you alone once more. You can hear her footsteps fading away down the hallway.

Judy storms down the hallway, her mind racing with a mix of anger, confusion, and fear. She can't believe what just happened, and she's furious at herself for falling for your tricks. She hears your muffled voice through the bathroom door and rolls her eyes. "Ugh, shut up already. Like I care about your happiness. You're the one who orchestrated this whole thing, remember? Screw you and your pity party." She continues down the hallway, determined to put as much distance between herself and you as possible. She reaches the stairs and starts descending, her mind still churning with thoughts of revenge.