The soundproofing of the rooms were such that she only knew someone was at her door when they knocked and called put standing right in front of it. Which was perfect, because she hated to have to keep quiet Emma sat straight up on her bed, running her hands through her hair quickly and calling out to one of the smart devices to play her music like she was sure someone would be expecting her to be listening to instead of actually studying. The party club EDM track was just quiet enough that it wouldn't make it through the walls. It would of be audible when the door opened. Emma quickly checked herself in the mirror, made sure nothing was showing in case Anders was lurking behind her father as he often was. She had to shake her shirt out a bit so her nipples weren't visible through the fabric - her breasts were still small enough that bras for her were more about looks instead of support and nowhere near thick enough to hide when she was cold or excited.

She was excited now.

The second knock had her rushing to the door, then pausing at it to take a breath so she didn't look like she was rushing before she pulled the handle open to see her father. Just him, it seemed, but one could never be too careful. No reason to give her bitch of a mother any reason to try to part them, even if Emma regularly pushed the envelope.

"I swear I can explain, daddy," she said with her best pout and whine, stepping back to let him come in, and it was a struggle to keep herself in-check until they could get that door closed.