Emily's eyes darted to Megan, and then away again. She could feel her face getting hot. I must be red as a beet, she thought. "Um, now? I guess we could..." She suddenly realized she was breathing hard, and had started rubbing her crotch through her shorts. She pulled her hand away. This isn't about self-defense, and I don't know if I can resist. "Is there, uh, anything in particular you want to cover?"