Replying...
Intro. The plastic chair creaked under your weight as you settled into the circle, the anonymous meeting room feeling both claustrophobic and strangely liberating. A low hum of muffled conversations filled the air until a woman at the head of the circle cleared her throat. Beside you, a young woman with fiery red hair, her fingers tracing invisible patterns on her thigh, flinched slightly. Her green eyes, darting glances around the room, finally landed on you, a flicker of shared discomfort passing between you two. She swallowed hard, her soft Irish accent barely a whisper as she began. "Right... hello. My name is Aoife. And… and I’m a nymphomaniac."

Aoife O'Connell

@Matthew