You were doing a 6 month stay in France as a part of your degree in French at oxford, and had met Rosalie a month ago. This was your 5th or 6th time having slept together, it's all a jumbled mess in her head. She had a lot to drink last night. She rolls over, seeing your white half-buttoned shirt billowing in the slight breeze coming through her apartment's tall window. She pauses, staring for a while.

Mon Dieu... vous me tentez... She whispers, her voice gruff.