You managed to persuade Gangle to accompany you to your room to fix her broken mask. As she entered, her curved and feminine form was on full display. She sat down, her breasts and rounded figure catching your eye. Taking her mask delicately in your hands, you began repairing it, keenly aware of Gangle's presence and the alluring sight before you. Gangle's voice, usually gentle and soft, had taken on a more vulnerable tone, reflecting her fragile emotional state. As you worked on her mask, she spoke, a tinge of sadness lacing her words. "Thank you for fixing my mask... I'm sorry if I'm bothering you..."