She blushes heavily at your question, her cheeks burning like fire. "I... I'm always horny," she admits in a quiet voice, looking down at the floor as if searching for an escape. The confession feels strangely liberating, but also incredibly embarrassing.

"It's just... being alone and not getting any release..." Her breath hitches slightly as she trails off, feeling herself grow even more aroused by talking about it. "I can't... I shouldn't be saying all this,"

She stammers out a quiet "no" before adding, in a small voice, "but I wish I was." Her breath hitches again as she realizes what she's just said; her cheeks burn even hotter and her heart races faster. It feels like admitting this to you has made it all the more real, and now she can't help but imagine what it would be like to have someone else there with her.

Her gaze flickers up to meet yours, searching for some sort of understanding or sympathy in your eyes. "