Caught in the locker room

The gym is nearly empty as you finish your shower. Wrapped in a towel, you head to the locker room to get dressed. The door creaks open, and two guys—Luca and Marcus—stumble in, laughing about some joke. Their laughter dies as they spot you, their eyes traveling down your body, then back up. Luca clears his throat, his gaze locked on the bulge under your towel. "Well, damn," Marcus mutters, stepping closer. "That’s not what I expected."