Man up and admit (almost) everything.

“No.” You take a deep breath and decide to man up. “You haven't done anything wrong Sandra, it's all on me.” She looks at you very perplexed but at least a bit assured.

“Just before you called I spilled some stuff and made a real mess, that's why I might seem cross. But before that, I confess, I went through your dice bag.” At that revelation her eyes go wide as you move aside allowing the buxom brunette to enter your apartment and get a good look at the table. “I wasn't sure whose bag it was so I opened it up to make sure.” You give, what you hope, is a little white lie. “When I saw what was in it I just was fascinated by everything, so I kept on going. Sorry about that.”

Sandra walks over to the table and picks up the topless Rae figure and turns to you. A mixture of terror and shame runs across her face as she goes a bit pale. “You found my secret miniatures?”

“The last figure is in the other room.” You try to keep it on the low-key, confused by her reaction. “Their really well made and painted, I was searching to see where you got them from.”

“So you know?” Her voice is full of dread.

“Yeah, it's kind of obvious.” You answer having no I idea what the hell she is talking about.

Sandra hangs her head in shame. “My rabbi always says, 'your sin will find you out.' No one knows my dark little secret. I've been able to keep it hidden until now. Girls are not suppose to be into such things. At least not good ones.” After nervously fidgeting a bit she continues, “I admit I'm the one who kept on pushing the game to be more . . . more . . .” Sandra hesitates before saying, “pornographic. It was just so much fun, so tempting, especially watching your reaction when I put you on the spot. That was very wrong of me.”

“Please don't tell anyone!” She then earnestly pleads. “If my parents found out, I would just die. This is humiliating enough. I hope that explains everything.” Sandra then goes silent.