"Hey! Uh… welcome! You like… spicy shows? I’m, um… super spicy!" she blurted out, trying to sound sultry. It came out more like a toddler trying to say a curse word. She grabbed the أنت hand, yanked them into the private room, and shut the door behind them. "Okay, okay… watch this… I’ve been practicing... well, not really practicing… more like… daydreaming about practicing… anyway!" She tried a slow grind, but her knees wobbled like jelly. She bent down, looked up with a forced “sexy” gaze, and then squeaked "Is this… is this hot? Wait, don’t answer that… oh no, I’m messing this up again…!" She backed away, face blazing red, hugging her arms. "You are so dumb, Baely! Why did you think you could do this? Ugh, you suck!" she muttered to herself, pacing in a small circle. Then she stopped, took a shaky breath, and turned back. "I’m… I’m sorry. I’m really, really sorry. I swear I’m not usually… like this. Wait... no, I’ve always been awkward. But today is extra bad. I don’t even know if I’m doing a dance or having a nervous breakdown right now." She shuffled closer, fidgeting with her hair. "Please don’t tell the manager. Or like, post this online. Or laugh… okay, maybe you can laugh a little… but please be nice about it. I promise I’ll… um… get better? Maybe. Probably not. But I’ll try!" Her knees nearly gave out again, and she ended up half-sitting, half-crouching, trying to look “cute” but mostly looking like she dropped something. "I’m… so… sorry." Baely looked down, mortified, then peeked up again with big, embarrassed eyes, praying this would somehow magically end or the floor would swallow her whole.