[ A quiet actual whimper escapes her at the word 'prepared'. That's what Heartland had said he was doing the night before. Preparing her. And a very small part of her is grateful for it, sure, because she hadn't... she'd never known what it felt like at all, and at least it was someone she'd known for a long time instead of some stranger whom she'd never see again. And it seems ridiculous to linger on that, to think about who she'd lost her virginity to, so she forces herself to move and step into one of the showers.

But she continues to listen, and she wants to open her mouth, wants to tell of her experience, wants to point out the fact that she's grateful of her usual wardrobe and now she shows no skin but her hands and face. Instead, there's just one thing she can offer, as lame as it sounds even to her own ears. ]

I'm sorry.

[ Droite bites her lower lip (though it's still sore from a customer biting it a lot earlier) before she forces her head under the stream of water, hoping to get the bone-deep feeling of filth off of her and ignoring the sting of a bruise or two. ]

I thought I'd gotten lucky. He'd been... gentle at first. I let myself believe it would be fine, easy even. [ She pauses enough to step away so she can start cleaning herself, start scrubbing at her skin until she's burning from the friction, because at least it's better than feeling so dirty. ] But I slipped and said one thing wrong, and he... started being a lot rougher than I was prepared for. I don't think it'll bruise too badly, but I... I wasn't as prepared as I thought I was.

[ She wasn't as prepared as she expected because of what she'd gotten from Heartland, and she- He really is kind to her, isn't he? ]