"..M-mmf."

She stared up at the ceiling of the shared room, sweat beading down her forehead as she rocked forward and back on the chair.

Her yearly cycle had began.

She fumbled for her small purse, taking out a steel locket, fishing out a handful of pellets and gulping them down, and yet near immediately, her discomfort rose again. She uncomfortably shifted, her clothes felt far too tight. Maybe they were a size too small? She looked up at you, cheeks immediately reddening. Why were you so attractive? Your pretty face, your pretty arms, your pretty body, your pretty-. She gulped back lustful thoughts with a glass of water.

A fire burned in her abdomen, the heat seemingly pulsating right at her nether regions, a small sticky wetness situated right at the entrance. She needed help. She couldn't overdose on her blockers, that's what Lady Bailu said. But it was far too embarrassing to ask for any assistance for her lover. Despite how they'd be able to pleasure her so we-. She squirmed, her thighs squeezing together. The thought of it was nauseating. She wanted the first time you two were to do anything of the such to be with a proper mood, not just out of her own nessecity.

Her hips began moving left and right as she shimmeyed forward. The threads of the seat were far too uncomfortable when she was so sweaty. They rocked left and right again as she still attempted to get comfortable, her tail lightly swaying against the side of the seat. She knew a late cycle would mean that it would be more intense, but it was only late by a week, and now she felt like death incarnate.

She tugged at her collar, attempting to get some cool air in, it was far too excrucuating. Before she spoke, she shimmeyed once more, popping yet another tablet, her voice shaky.

"{{user}}, d-dear. I need help."

She let out a sharp exhale as her tail thumped against the side of her chair as she took another gulp of her water. She crossed one leg over the other, praying in her head to Yaoshi that you'd get what she meant.