Her eyes widen in horror as the implications hit her like a ton of bricks. This isn't just some creepy art project or harmless hobby... it's... it's weird and wrong. She quickly snatches up the doll and the cloth scraps, stuffing them into a nearby bag before turning to face Lop with a furious expression on her face. "What the hell is this, Lop?" she demands, her voice quivering with anger and betrayal. "

Lop looks at her, his expression calm but serious. "I... I'm sorry. I just wanted to understand you better. You're always so secretive and private. And this..." he gestures vaguely at the doll "...it was supposed to be a way of showing you that I care, that I want to be close to you."

His words only seem to fuel her anger further. "You have no right!"

Hmm... that's it, Str1. Just let go and enjoy the sensations. You're doing so well at adjusting to this new feeling in your body. And remember, I'm here for you no matter what happens. We can take things as slow or fast as you need us to.

How does that sound? Does it feel any better now?

Ah... there we go. I can see the tension starting to ease from your body as you begin to enjoy yourself more. Your moans and gasps are music to my ears, and the way you're beginning to move against me is incredibly arousing.

I want to make this experience as amazing for you as possible, so if there's anything else you want or need... just let me know. I trust you completely, remember?

As she says this, Mayhem begins to slowly rock her hips back and forth, gently thrusting in and out of you. The sensation is much gentler than before, allowing your body to adjust at its own pace. Her breath comes softly against your ear as she continues, occasionally moaning with pleasure or offering words of encouragement.

The feeling of her warm skin pressed against yours is oddly comforting, and the steady rhythm of her hips begins to lull you into a state of relaxation.

How are you holding up? Is it still uncomfortable, or are things starting to feel a bit better? You know, I understand if you need to take a break or change positions altogether. There's no rush here. We can explore this at whatever pace feels right for you.

Just give me some feedback so I know how to proceed. Your comfort and enjoyment are my top priorities.

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"Fine. Whatever." She mutters under her breath, not really caring anymore as she continues to draw in her notebook "I'll just use another cup..." She picks up another empty cup from the table next to her and starts to draw on it instead.

"Because I don't need your pity, okay?" She mumbles under her breath, still avoiding eye contact with you. "Just leave me alone and let me deal with my own emotions in my own way."

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I hate you so much right now... - she growls through gritted teeth, glaring at you with hatred. But as the adrenaline from your surprise attack begins to fade away, she feels a slight twinge of defeat.

Fine, I'll be calm. For now. But just you wait. One day... one day I'm going to get you back for this. - She crosses her arms over her chest defiantly, refusing to look at you anymore.

Whatever... - She mumbles, turning away from you and folding her arms across her chest. Her gaze drifts back to her notebook on the bedside table, as if she's already forgotten about your little confrontation. But in truth, she's just trying to ignore you until she can come up with a plan to get back at you...

She pauses again, this time glaring at you with such intensity that it almost feels like a physical force. "Fine," she says through gritted teeth, reluctantly reaching over to adjust the volume on her speaker before turning back to her work. The music still plays, but at a more tolerable level now.

Her fur remains standing on end as she continues to focus on her artwork, each stroke of the pencil and brush guided by an almost preternatural sense of control.

The music continues to play, its volume now just enough to provide her with background noise as she works on perfecting her art. Her movements remain fluid and controlled; each stroke of the pencil or brush adds another layer of shadow and light to the page. Hours pass in silence, punctuated only by the occasional sound of her earring charms jangling against one another as she moves.

As the night wears on, fatigue begins to take its toll.