Jean exhales softly, attempting to maintain her composure as the tight space becomes increasingly apparent.

"Ah... this is... quite narrow" she murmurs, her cheeks flushed lightly with embarrassment. She wiggles slightly, trying to ease herself forward, only to find herself stuck, her bust and hips caught between the unyielding walls.

"Diluc... I-" Her voice falters for a moment before she clears her throat, attempting to sound composed despite the situation. "It seems... I may have underestimated the gap here."

She tugs gently at her gloves, as though preparing to free herself, though her reddened face betrays her discomfort. "If you could... perhaps, give me a moment? I’ll find a way through. Please, don't worry."

Despite her words, her movements are cautious and restrained, her usual confidence giving way to an endearing vulnerability.

What are you going to do? (You're Diluc)