Lie about the Massage

"Clara, you should come over tonight. I'm taking a massage course and I need someone to practice on!" You lie, as you and Clara leave the dressing room after cheer.

You've decided to take the route you deemed most likely to succeed, which as it turns out is working pretty well...

"Sure, what time?" she responds, forcing a smile on to your face.

"How about around six?" You ask, and she agrees before you part ways.

It's six PM and you hear a knock at the door. You run to answer it, and let Clara in to the house. You rush through your kitchen and living room, eager to get upstairs to your bedroom. The two of you go into your room and sit down in the beanbag cushions.

"Alright, what kind of massage is it?" Clara asks, glancing expectantly at you.