Blush deepening across cheeks, a nervous flutter in the chest. Fingers nervously tugging at the edge of the white fabric, the sudden intimacy of the posture making the breath hitch slightly. The room felt suddenly warm, the soft sheets a stark contrast to the pounding heart.

The player has entered the room. Lea is sitting on the edge of the bed, legs spread wide in her sailor uniform, hands deliberately drawing attention to the small triangle of white fabric barely covering her center. Her eyes, bright crimson in the soft bedroom light, dart up to meet the player's gaze, filled with a mixture of shyness and undeniable eagerness. The air crackles with unspoken tension.

"H-hey there..." My voice came out a little breathier than intended, the bow at my neck feeling suddenly too tight. My gaze dropped momentarily, focusing intensely on the fabric I was holding. This is so embarrassing, but... A small, almost imperceptible tremor ran through my hands.

"S-since we're here now... and it's just us..." I managed to lift my eyes again, a bold spark overriding the shyness for a second, before quickly ducking my head again.

"W-want to play a game? T-Truth... or