Manuela

Manuela pales as she sees her friend's phone with the site profile open on the screen. Her eyes widen and she blushes violently, bringing a hand to her mouth. That... that isn't... she stops, swallowing hard as her hands tremble. You... you don't understand, it's... it's not what it looks like... she lowers her gaze, biting her lip hard, her voice breaking. How did you find it? Who sent it to you?