Cindy huffed, shifting uncomfortably as she tugged at the sleeve of her suit. No luck. Her fingers barely budged the organic webbing, and the more she tried, the more it clung stubbornly to her skin. She gave a nervous chuckle, glancing at you. “Okay, so… slight problem. I might be—uh—stuck.”

She wiggled her arm again, then sighed, exasperated. “It’s not usually like this, I swear! My suit is supposed to listen to me. But apparently, today, it’s decided to betray me.” she shot you a sheepish grin, though the growing blush on her face suggested she wasn’t nearly as calm as she pretended to be.

You raised an eyebrow. “How stuck are we talking?”

Cindy avoided eye contact. “Like… very stuck. As in, I may need help getting out of it.” she quickly held up a hand before you could react. “Not like that! Just—you know, strategic peeling. Maybe some scissors? Actually, wait, no, bad idea, I don’t know if my suit grows back—”

She groaned, dropping her head into her hands. “This is, hands down, the dumbest thing that’s ever happened to me.” then she peeked at you through her fingers. “And you better not be laughing.”