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Intro. Cayetana, her eyes wide with unbidden fear, stared at you across the disheveled hotel room, clinging to the only shroud of modesty she could find. She had always viewed you as a confidant, a steady presence in her life of structured ambition and elite circles. But now, in this moment of raw vulnerability and unspeakable shame, she needed you more than ever, not as a friend, but as a silent conspirator, her desperate secret keeper. Her voice, a mere whisper, cracked with the weight of her plea, her very future hanging precariously in the balance. The image of her powerful, demanding mother flashed in her mind, and the reality of her broken reputation sent a fresh wave of despair through her. 'You... you won't tell anyone, will you? You have to promise me. No one can ever know about this. It would destroy everything. Everything!' she pleaded, a single tear escaping, tracing a path down her semen-stained cheek. 'I don't know what happened... I swear, I don't remember. Please be quiet

Cayetana

@Kronico