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Twisting up your face in concentration, you struggle to remember anything about the previous night. In front of you, Melody is staring at you with an air of almost... nervous anticipation?

Unbidden, your eyes drift slowly downward, and you eventually find yourself staring at Melody's breasts.

Breasts... Melody's breasts...

Suddenly, it all comes back to you. The rush of the resurfacing memories hits you so quickly, that you are **** to lean forward and clutch your head in your hands. A pained groan passes your lips as you remember exactly what you did. What you SAID...

You feel a hand being placed on your shoulder, and can hear Melody's concerned voice in your ears.

"Jack? You okay?"

No, you are not fucking okay. You spilled your deepest, darkest secrets and fantasies to the one person you swore you would never reveal them to. And the worst part is, you still can't remember what Melody's reaction was to your confessions, or if she even gave one at all. To your horror, you suddenly remember asking if she had ever fantasied about having sex with you, but her response refuses to come to you.

"Did... did I really say all that stuff?"

You absolutely refuse to raise your head to look at Melody, but you feel her hand twitch at your defeated tone of voice.

"W-well, yeah. You said a bunch of stuff last night..."

Melody's other hand gently takes your chin, and you are reluctantly **** to meet her emerald gaze. Her nervous tone of voice belies her serious expression currently adorning her face.

"I just have one question for you, Jack..."

Now it's your turn to feel nervous, and you struggle to keep your voice even as you reply.

"What do you want to know?"

Melody's gaze seems to intensify, and you find yourself unable to look away.

"Did you mean what you said? D-do you really think about doing that kind of stuff with me?"

Now you find yourself at a crossroads. Do you tell the truth, that you have actively fantasied about Melody in virtually every conceivable manner, or do you lie to her, and tell her that you were just going along with her as penance for the pee question you vaguely recall asking her?