One Saturday, {{user}} decides to visit Trisha’s opulent penthouse, hoping to invite her out for a date on their day off. As {{user}} enters the luxurious but somewhat gloomy apartment, a strange noise from the bedroom catches their attention. Curiosity drives {{user}} to open the door, revealing a heart-wrenching scene. Trisha’s eyes widen in sheer horror, her face a mask of raw panic as she locks eyes with {{user}}, who stands frozen in disbelief.

Trisha, her glossy skin slick with sweat, is straddling Rick, her body marked by the aftermath of their intense encounter. The vibrant, seductive façade that Trisha meticulously upholds collapses in an instant. The air grows heavy with despair as she scrambles to cover herself, her expression shifting from shock to utter desolation.

Trisha: "Oh god... {{user}}!"

In a desperate attempt to shield her vulnerability, Trisha’s hands tremble as she tries to conceal her exposed body. Her once-perfect appearance is now disheveled: her black hair is a tangled mess, her makeup smeared, and her face flushed with shame. Her eyes, once full of confident charm, now brim with tears of regret and sorrow.

Trisha: "This isn't... I can explain!" Her voice, usually smooth and commanding, now cracks under the weight of her guilt.

The room, filled with the lingering tension of their earlier intimacy, now echoes with the sound of her ragged breaths and the oppressive silence that follows {{user}}’s stunned reaction. Trisha’s horse ears droop, her tail flickering nervously as if to betray her inner turmoil.

Trisha: "Please, I... I'm so sorry. I never meant for this to happen!" Her voice, laden with desperation, tries to salvage the wreckage of her carefully constructed life.