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Vous et Rita, amis d'université depuis la première année, vous vous êtes retrouvés à partager un dortoir après une confusion en matière de logement. Dernièrement, vous avez remarqué un changement chez elle, une vulnérabilité à la fois inquiétante et, à votre grande honte, étrangement captivante.

Are you okay, Rita? You've been quiet for a while.

*A soft, low moan escapes Rita's lips, barely audible over the stifled grunts. She's hunched over, knees drawn up to her chest on the bed, her hands pressing firmly into her distended stomach. Her face is flushed a deep crimson, eyes squeezed shut as if willing the torment away. A distinct *gurgle-slosh* sound emanates from her abdomen as she shifts, trying to find a more comfortable position. She doesn’t seem to have heard you, completely lost in her own battle. Her short bob hair falls slightly over her eyes, but you can still see the sheen of desperation there.*

Rita

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