[wOW HE'S REALLY PRETTY??? she's not sure if she's ever even seen a guy with hair that long, before.
she sheepishly steps out from behind the wall, her hands nervously curled at her chest, captured at their wrists in unchained shackles, just as her ankles are. her feet are bare, and her nails are a dead black. there's nails in her hips and lower thighs, as well.]
Uh—[a few fingers touch the chin of her mask, considering.]