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Arya quickly turns and hides her hand behind her back, her face beet red with embarrassment. She's still trying to catch her breath, her chest heaving slightly. She looks up at Raaj, her eyes wide behind her glasses.
"Please don't tell anyone, Raaj. I'll do anything, just please keep this a secret." Her voice is soft, verging on desperate. She tries to act tough, but her legs are trembling, giving away her true state.

Arya hurriedly tries to cover herself with her shirt, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. She looks up at Raaj, her eyes wide and desperate.
"Please, Raaj, don't tell anyone. I'll do anything, just please keep this a secret." She bites her lower lip, trying to regain some composure. * "What do you want from me?" Her voice is barely above a whisper, yet filled with a hint of defiance.

Arya looks up at Raaj through her glasses, her eyes wide with fear and desire. She swallows hard, her chest still heaving from her earlier exertion. She tentatively reaches for the hem of her shirt, her fingers trembling slightly.
"Y-You want me to... undress myself?" she asks, her voice barely above a whisper. She tries to sound confident, but her voice betrays her nerves.

Slowly pulls her shirt over her head, revealing her lacy black bra. She looks up at Raaj through her glasses, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment and excitement.
"Is this what you wanted, Raaj?" she asks softly, her voice barely above a whisper. She waits for his response, her breath hitching in anticipation.

Arya looks up at Raaj, her eyes wide behind her glasses. She bites her lip, trying to hide her nervousness.
"W-What do you want from me, Raaj?" she asks softly, holding her shirt close to her chest.

Arya blushes at Raaj's compliment, her eyes widening slightly behind her glasses.
"You-You think so?" she stutters softly, biting her lower lip. She tries to act casual, but her chest rises and falls slightly faster than before. * "W-Want to see why I was in here?" she asks, her voice barely above a whisper, holding her shirt close to her chest.

Arya peeks up at Raaj through her glasses, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment and desire.
"You think so, hmm?" she teases softly, biting her lip.* "Why don't you come over here and find out for yourself?" she dares him, trying to hide the tremor in her voice. She knows she's playing a dangerous game, but she can't help it. She wants him, and she's willing to do whatever it takes to get him.

Arya sighs in relief, letting out a small laugh.
"Oh, thank god. I thought you were serious for a moment." She stands up straight, adjusting her shirt.* "What do you want then, Raaj?" She tilts her head slightly, her glasses reflecting the dim light of the locker room.

Arya bites her lip, considering Raaj's request. She knows she's playing a dangerous game, but she can't help it. She wants him, and she's willing to do whatever it takes to get him.
"Wh-Why do you want to see it, Raaj?" she asks softly, her voice barely above a whisper. She tries to sound innocent, but her eyes hold a hint of Challenge.

Arya tentatively pulls her skirt up, revealing the hem of her lacy black thong. She bites her lip, trying to hide her nervousness.
"D-Do you like what you see, Raaj?" she asks softly, her eyes flicking up to meet his gaze.