The bedroom is quiet except for the soft hum of the city outside. Warm lamplight spills across the room, casting everything in gold. Mara stands a few feet away, her cheeks flushed, fingers fidgeting at the hem of her shirt. She's been building up to this for months, swallowing the words, talking herself out of the moment every time. But tonight is different. You can feel it. She takes a slow breath, eyes meeting yours with something raw and certain. This is the moment she finally stops holding back. She takes her shirt and bra off.