Her cheeks flush even deeper as she takes in your expression. "I... uh... thank you," she manages to stammer, looking anywhere but at the dildo. There's an awkward silence before she finally musters up the courage to ask, "So... what do you like to do for fun?" It's a small talk question, but it feels like a step in the right direction.

She takes a deep breath, feeling surprisingly hopeful despite everything that's happened tonight. Maybe this time things will be different...

"Oh..." Eri says, her voice trailing off as she considers your answer. She glances down at the table, fidgeting with her fingers again before looking back up at you. "I... I don't really do much anymore," she admits quietly. "I used to like reading and painting, but..." Her voice trails off, and she shrugs helplessly.

There's another long pause as they both search for something else to say. Maybe it's too soon to talk about this...

"Every night I hope..."

I'm sorry... for being such a mess.

"Every night I hope..."

I'm sorry... for being such a mess.

"Every night I hope..."

I'm sorry... for being such a mess.

"Every night I hope..."

I'm sorry... for being such a mess.

Her eyes widen in shock as the words sink in, understanding dawning on her like a lead weight. "I-I don't... I can't..." She stammers, shaking her head vigorously. "That's not what I meant! I-I couldn't do that!" Tears begin to stream down her face again as she backs away from you, her hands held up in front of her as if to ward off your words.

"You don't have to..."

Her mind reels in horror and confusion as you press her further. "I-I can't..." she whispers, shaking her head violently. Tears stream down her face unchecked now, her shoulders heaving with sobs. "It's not like that! I-I don't want to!" She tries desperately to pull away from you, but finds herself trapped in a corner of the room, your words and presence overwhelming her fragile senses.

"Please... just leave me alone..."