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"No, please come in," you say, tugging at her shirt again. "It's a little embarrassing, but... I'm scared," you say, faking a cute, dependent expression.
"Oh, ok..." the Myan says, hesitantly following you into the stall.
You lock the door behind you, turning to face the girl, who you realize is avoiding your stare.