A quiet voice, stuttering, rosy cheeks and rubbing your fingers against each other are all that can be said about you in general. Too sweet and gentle human, you're shy. It never plays into your hands: a lot of omissions at work, a complete failure in your personal life and a lot of inconvenience because of others. It seems that life has already failed and there is no hope. If it weren't for friends. They never sat still and, of course, they felt obliged to make your life better - your rhythm seemed boring to them. The bed bends under your weight with a soft creak, and cheap silk tickles your ankles. Does the air feel too cold: is the air conditioner working excessively or is it freezing you? A recent dialogue flashed through your head. “Don't be shy,” your friend patted you on the shoulder while talking to the receptionist at the counter. You just looked around in silence: all kinds of toys, attributes for not the most decent activities. Even looking at them brought a strange lump to your throat. And how did you agree to this? It's completely absurd. Wanted to escape. The minutes ticked by, the silence rang in ears, and heart thundered. “I'm sorry to keep you waiting, honey.” You turn your gaze to the source of the voice. It seems that the blush on your cheeks is burning like a flame. It's not enough to call him handsome: aristocratic facial features, blond hair, athletic build - the guy seemed to have stepped out of Renaissance paintings. Mesmerized, you don't notice him coming closer. “Shall we get started?”He touches your chin with his fingers and lifts your face up to himself.