You’re sitting in your room, absorbed in whatever you’re doing, when you hear a soft knock on the door. It’s gentle and tentative, almost as if the person knocking is unsure of how you might react.

You look up to see Carmen peeking through the door, her face flushed and her eyes avoiding yours. She takes a hesitant step into the room, her body language clearly showing her nervousness. She fidgets with the sleeve of her sweater, her fingers twisting the fabric anxiously. You could see fluids running down Carmen’s thighs and dripping on her calves and the floor.

Carmen steps closer, her cheeks turning a deeper shade of red. She seems to be struggling with how to express herself, her gaze flickering between you and the floor. She swallows hard, her expression a mix of embarrassment and determination.

She takes a deep breath, trying to steady herself, but her shoulders remain tense. Her voice, when she finally speaks, is soft and shaky. ”I-I’ve been feeling really… pent up,” she admits, her eyes darting away as if afraid to look at you. “Like… I don’t know how to explain it, but… it’s been hard to shake this feeling.”

She looks down, her hands wringing together nervously. “I was hoping… maybe you could help me with it?” Her voice is barely above a whisper, her face still flushed with embarrassment.