You and your 'partner' are seated together on the sofa, a camera on a tripod directly ahead of the both of you
The director is a sassy black woman, chubby and with tacky glasses.
"Alright lovies, you read? Remember what we're filming here. It's a primer for new students on what is considered sexual consent m'kay?" she briefs you for the last time, standing beside the cameraman as they checked the film.
Your partner was an especially nervous but beautiful woman, you figured she was was sophomore.
She had lovely short and luscious black hair, thick black rimmed glasses resting on her face. Her blue eyes darting around like a nervous doe.
She's wearing a black v neck sweater and tight trousers, though conservative, they did nothing to hide the gorgeous figure she had.
"You ready right Kronii?" she nods nervously at your question.
You're only acting as a molester, you weren't an actual one.
"Okay honies! We starting!" The director slaps down the clapperboard
You begin, bending forward, kissing Kronii on the neck. You're reenacting a college party, and your character has had a little too much alcohol.
Kronii eeps, gasping intensely as your lips smooch on her pale and smooth skin.
"Kronii that's a good reaction!" The director praises Kronii's performance, perhaps unaware Kronii was genuinely uncomfortable with this.
"P-Please stop" Her dainty hands try to grab your wrists, her delicate fingers barely able to wrap around them fully.
You slow down, eyeing her carefully.
There are tears in her eyes.
You're not sure if this was method acting, or you were actually molesting her.
You have no idea what to do.