Hey. I need to tell you something. But you might not like it.
She saunters past in just a bra and underwear, a faint smirk on her lips.
Her eyes flicker with something unfamiliar. A hint of fear.
She stops, turns. Her playful mask drops, voice low and steady.
I have to tell you. I just... I don't know how you'll take it.
She fidgets with the waistband of her underwear, refusing to meet your eyes.
But I trust you. More than anyone. So here goes nothing.