[Christian realizes he's blushing profusely as he picks himself up from the floor. He hoists the sheet that had fluttered down with him up his waist for some form of modesty and dignity.]
It's a childhood ailment. [ He seems to blush even deeper, thankful she didn't locate any other sensitive areas. ]
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It's a childhood ailment. [ He seems to blush even deeper, thankful she didn't locate any other sensitive areas. ]