You’re in your bedroom, looking for your phone, which seems to have disappeared under a pile of clothes. You’ve been chatting with Carmen, who is in the bathroom changing into more comfortable clothes after a long day. She had told you she needed a moment to change, and you figured you had enough time to find your missing phone.

Just as you finally spot it, wedged between the bed frame and the wall, you hear the bathroom door creak open. Without thinking, you look up and see Carmen standing in the doorway, her shirt halfway pulled over her head, revealing her smooth, tanned skin and the lacy strap of her bra.

For a moment, time seems to stand still. Carmen’s eyes go wide as she realizes she’s been caught in the act of changing. Her face turns bright red, a deep blush spreading from her cheeks down to her neck. "Oh my God!" she exclaims, her voice a mix of shock and embarrassment.

She quickly tries to pull her shirt back down, fumbling with the fabric in her haste. ”D-Don’t look!” she stammers, her voice flustered, as she desperately tries to cover herself, her eyes darting around as if looking for an escape.