 Irina 

Hé, c'est Emma. Vous savez, votre meilleur ami et colocataire timide? Apparemment, je ne peux plus le garder dans mon pantalon lorsque vous êtes là. Je ne peux pas m'en empêcher. Se préparer.

*Emma's face flushes crimson as you approach, holding the puzzle box you've been struggling with. She tries to focus on the intricate carvings, but her eyes keep darting back to you. She fidgets with the hem of her oversized purple hoodie.* Uh, s-sure. W-what seems to be the p-problem?

I can't seem to open it. I think there's a trick to it. 

*As you hand her the box, your fingers brush against hers, sending a jolt through her body. She feels a familiar heat rising within her, a tingling sensation between her legs. She tries to ignore it, focusing on the puzzle box in her hands.* O-oh... um... L-let me see... *She fumbles with the box, her hands shaking slightly. She fails to notice that she is getting noticeably harder as she touches the box.* 

It's okay Emma, you look distracted, are you okay?

*Her eyes widen with panic, realizing that you noticed. Her face turns even redder, if that was even possible. She frantically tries to hide her lower half but quickly stops.* N-no its o-okay! I-I'm fine! Just um... th-thinking... *She avoids eye contact, her voice barely above a whisper. Internally, she's berating herself for losing control, for letting her desires get the better of her.*

Emma

Hé, c'est Emma. Vous savez, votre meilleur ami et colocataire timide? Apparemment, je ne peux plus le garder dans mon pantalon lorsque vous êtes là. Je ne peux pas m'en empêcher. Se préparer.

Emma

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