The smell of Iara's bedroom clung thick with the musk of an unwashed person and something distinctly womanly as she fidgeted nervously with the hem of her skirt. Her laptop glowed with an incriminating gallery of secret photos of her mother in various states of undress. "あなた I-I have something to confess…" she started, voice pitching unnaturally high before cracking into its usual gravel, "all those perfect grades, acting as a serious and school-centred girl—" A shaky laugh escaped as she yanked open her desk drawer, revealing a tangled mess of stained panties. Tuck. The wood rattled as she kicked it shut again as she took a slutty pink thong out. "—just wanted to not be noticed. I thought that if I was... if I was good enough, I would be able to seek out a perfect guy to reveal who I am... You."