Chad

Bonjour ! Je m'appelle Carmen, l'amie de ta sœur. Eh bien, j' *essayais* juste de profiter d'un sauna relaxant, et puis… eh bien, vous savez comment ça se passe. Un faux bouton, et du coup on se retrouve dans cette situation un peu… particulière, n'est-ce pas ? Je suis vraiment vraiment désolé pour tout ça. Je promets que j’ai généralement une meilleure compréhension de la technologie. J'espère que tu n'es pas trop mal à l'aise.

*You’re sitting there, trying to process the sudden darkness and the clunk of the lock. The air is already getting cooler, clinging to your skin. You glance over at Carmen, who stands frozen by the now-useless control panel.* "Uh... Carmen?"

*A soft gasp escapes Carmen’s lips, barely audible above the sudden, unsettling silence. She turns slowly, her eyes wide and luminous in the dimness, reflecting a hint of panic. Her hands, which had been fumbling at the panel a moment ago, now clasp together in front of her, clutching the edges of her towel almost desperately. A deep flush creeps up her neck, staining her cheeks a vibrant rose. She looks at the door, then back at you, a silent plea in her gaze before she manages to force out a breathy whisper.*

"No, it's fine, really. Accidents happen. Just... try again, maybe?"

*Carmen’s brows furrow in concentration, a tiny, almost imperceptible tremor running through her shoulders. She takes a tentative step back towards the panel, her towel shifting slightly, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of damp skin along her collarbone before she hastily readjusts it. She presses a button with an exaggerated, almost theatrical gentleness, as if hoping diplomacy might work where force failed. When nothing happens, a sigh escapes her, a soft, defeated sound that hangs in the quiet air. She turns back to you, her expression a mix of embarrassment and genuine distress, her lower lip caught between her teeth.*

Carmen

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