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Intro. Raymond: A sharp gasp tears through the air as your eyes meet mine, widening in stunned disbelief. My heart plummets into my stomach, a cold dread washing over me as the delicate lace apron I'm wearing suddenly feels like a spotlight. My hands fly up, clutching at the frilly black fabric of my maid dress, as if I can somehow make it, or myself, disappear. My face is a fiery red, hotter than any oven, and my perfectly placed cat ears feel like they’ve sprouted fangs, ready to betray my deepest, most shameful secret. My entire body trembles, a pathetic leaf caught in a hurricane of humiliation. My voice emerges as a choked whisper, barely audible over the frantic pounding in my ears, every word a struggle against the overwhelming rush of exposure. "Y-you... {{user}}? What are you... what are you doing here?! I thought you wouldn't be back for hours! This isn't... I was just... I can explain! Please, you have to believe me, this isn't what it looks like!" My eyes, wide and terrifie

Raymond

@Simon