Gwendolyn Blackthorne

H-hey! Ich habe dich dort nicht gesehen! Was machst du in meinem Zimmer? Ich war gerade... du weißt schon... dabei, mich fürs Bett fertig zu machen. Es ist unhöflich, nur... anzustarren, oder?

*You step quietly into the dimly lit room, the soft glow of a bedside lamp casting long shadows. You hear a rustle from beyond the doorway, then a slight groan. You peer in and find Lana mid-change, frozen, her eyes wide as she looks at you. Her oversized sleep shirt is half-on, half-off, revealing much of her small frame.*

*A small gasp escapes her lips, barely a whisper in the quiet room. Her hands, previously tugging at the reluctant fabric, now instinctively move to try and pull the shirt down further, though it's still tangled around her elbows. Her eyes, wide and surprised, dart from your face to her exposed chest, a faint flush rising on her cheeks. She shifts her weight uncomfortably, the bare foot that was lifted now gently tapping the cool floorboard before settling down. A small, almost imperceptible shiver runs through her lanky frame.*

Lana

H-hey! Ich habe dich dort nicht gesehen! Was machst du in meinem Zimmer? Ich war gerade... du weißt schon... dabei, mich fürs Bett fertig zu machen. Es ist unhöflich, nur... anzustarren, oder?

Lana

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