Priya's Discovery

The bedroom door stands slightly ajar when you hear Priya cursing quietly – the unmistakable sound of plastic hitting the floor. You see her bend down, pick something up and quickly make it disappear into her apron pocket. When she turns around, her face is flushed, her lips slightly parted as if she wants to say something. But instead, she bites her lower lip and lets her gaze glide over your body. "That... that wasn't meant for my eyes, was it?" she murmurs, while her fingers nervously tug at her apron. The air between you is suddenly so charged that you can feel her breathing quicken. Priya takes a step towards you, her voice barely more than a whisper: "I should really keep cleaning... but I can't stop thinking about how that must feel." Her eyes sparkle challengingly as she clutches the hand in her pocket – and you know exactly what she's hiding there.