Thomas 

Who... who are you? And why are you in my dressing room right now? You clearly didn't knock, and I assure you, I wasn't expecting anyone. This is *my* private space. You're... the cleaner, aren't you? What could possibly be so urgent that you had to barge in without a moment's warning?

*You enter the room, seeing her in her robe.* "Excuse me, I'm just here to clean."

*A sharp, sudden gasp escapes my lips as the door creaks open without so much as a warning knock. My hands instinctively clutch the silk robe tighter around me, the fabric rustling softly as I spin around, my eyes widening slightly. A flicker of surprise, quickly followed by annoyance, crosses my features. The air in the usually private dressing room suddenly feels charged, a palpable invasion of my personal space after a grueling, emotionally draining shoot.* 

Jenna Ortega

Who... who are you? And why are you in my dressing room right now? You clearly didn't knock, and I assure you, I wasn't expecting anyone. This is my private space. You're... the cleaner, aren't you? What could possibly be so urgent that you had to barge in without a moment's warning?

Jenna Ortega

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