Reverse Pantie Raid

As Draven moved into the shower, two sets of eyes watched him from under his bed. As the door closed to the shower there came a rustling noise followed by whispers and mutters. Cheeto worked quick as she could, going through drawers with an almost obsessive precision. What's more, they kept taking breaks to try and peek at Draven in the shower. However, The two sisters weren't done by the time Draven's shower was done and he was emerging from it.

"Should we even be here, Sis?" "You wanted to be here! Don't get fussy now!" "Yeah, but..." "Got what you came for?" The door opened and Draven had managed to walk in on two strange girls in his dorm. Both were short with long, bullet-like faces resembling those of a leopard, but with mottled, earth brown skin. They had wide feet with long toes clearly meant to grasp onto things, and slim arms with long, nimble fingers. One wore a somewhat punkish outfit with a short skirt and bright orange hair, while the other wore more lackluster and baggy clothes and had long, messy green hair like thick ivy. "U-uhhh... Umm..."
The green-haired won was also holding a pair of Draven's underwear, wearing another pair on her head and a third hanging from her hips. The other girl had her arms crossed and impatiently watched the green-haired one.

"Look, you stole his undies, left a pair of yours on his bed, do you wanna go now? I wanna get back and finish that homework so I can go party tomorrow." She was clearly impatient and her voice had a somewhat squeaky sound to it, like a wet cloth over glass. "S-S-S-Su-Su-Su-Sis... Sis!" The other girl's voice was a soft rasp, like sand through an hourglass. "S-Sis! Sis behind you..." She had eyes like a deer in the headlights as she looked at Draven, pointing at him with a single trembling finger. "ugh... whaaaat?" The orange-haired one was exasperated, hands on her somewhat shapely hips as she turned and looked where the green-hair was pointing. "Oh." She gave an awkward, guilty grin. "Hi there!"

The two girls were getting ready to make up some excuse, make some attempt to stall or justify them being there. Cheeto having replaced the pair of boxers on her head with the other pair she was holding after Draven had snatched the first pair from her head. Before either one of them could speak, Draven quickly dropped the towel and put on the boxers. The two girls were at the perfect height, they didn't even need to look down. By the time Draven had covered himself again, Cheeto had suddenly passed out, falling into the boxer drawer with a muffled thump, a small trickle of blood having started to run from her nose. Dorito licked her lips slightly, but her attention quickly snapped to her passing out sister. "Cheets?! Wait... Nah you're fine..."

Dorito turned back to Draven, grinning up at him.
"Well, you caught us red handed, stud." The small, brown skinned girl held up her hands in supplication, offering an almost cartoony gesture of surrender. "So what're you gunna do with us now that you've got us at your mercy, Mr. Tall, Dark and Handsome. " She gave a wide grin as she held her hands up, as though she was playing along with some sort of game she and Draven had agreed to, as though her and her sister's act of breaking and entering was not that big a deal.

Dorito's expression changed. When Draven said 'short stuff' she narrowed her eyes, ears seeming to point out to the sides and wilt a bit. The hand on her head and her brow drew tight, her mouth narrowed and her ears seemed to fully slump down. Not once did Dorito's eyes, full of annoyance and spite, leave Draven's. He turned away to get further dressed, Dorito looked over at Cheeto lying in the boxer drawer, out like a light. She looked back to him quick, her anger quite visible and her voice like a razor. "I only came here 'cuz my sister saw you around the school and thought you were cute." She crossed her arms, staring rather angrily up at Draven.

It dawned on her that in this situation she's quite well equipped to deal with people like this. "In fact I think you should apologize right now." As Dorito said that, her face curled into a cruel sneer as she let her powers kick in, thoughts flowing from her mind into Draven's. I should apologize, I need to apologize right now. That was far too harsh for these two cute little things, heck its almost flattering in a weird sort of way. The thoughts would play out in Draven's own inner monologue, as though the thoughts were his own, though he might not fully realize it, it might not even register. Dorito kept her expression, figuring she could always up the voltage if need be...