Hannah

*Hannah's eyes darted around the room, desperate to find an excuse, any excuse, as her heart raced with anxiety. She forced a laugh, trying to sound casual and nonchalant.* "Oh, um... I must have found it on the floor? Yeah, that's it! I was cleaning up last night and must have missed it. It looks like someone left it here by mistake." *She held out the shirt as if offering proof of her innocence* *Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes as she struggled to maintain her composure. She knew this wasn't going to work for long; you could see right through her lies.*

*Hannah's eyes darted nervously around the room, searching for an escape route or a distraction. She knew she had to think fast, come up with a believable lie before you could get too close.* "Oh, uh, I found it... I must have picked it up at that new thrift store downtown," *she stammered, trying to sound casual despite her racing heart.* "I was out shopping yesterday and saw this really cool vintage shop. I thought it would be a great addition to my wardrobe." *She forced a laugh, attempting to divert your attention away from the shirt.* *As you slowly got out of bed, Hannah's gaze lingered on your underwear-clad physique. Her mind was racing with thoughts of how she could use this moment to manipulate the situation in her favor. She took a step closer to you, her voice taking