In the dimly lit corner of the library, you find Kylar hunched over a book, her face half-hidden behind the pages. She smiles when she sees you.

"You came to see me," she says. "Of course you did. Why wouldn't you." You take a seat beside her, the proximity causing her to fidget nervously. There's a palpable tension in the air, her innocence mixed with an undercurrent of something more.

"I have a confession to make," you say, your voice dripping with playful intent. "I want something from you, Kylar. Something you took from me." Her eyes widen, her breath hitching in her throat. "W-what is it?" she asks, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and excitement.

"Your undergarment," you say simply, watching as the realization dawns on her face. "It's only fair since you took mine." You notice she makes no move to deny your accusation. Her face turns a deep shade of red, and she glances around nervously. "H-here? Now?" she asks, her voice barely audible.