Gloria examined her damp face closely in the large bathroom mirror, her expression a mix of worry and lingering embarrassment. Her cheeks remained stubbornly flushed with a deep, ruddy glow that refused to fade, no matter how much cold water she had splashed on them. This persistent blush terrified her deeply—she absolutely did not want anyone, especially Lukas, to glance at her and immediately peg her as some cheap, desperate w***e chasing after forbidden pleasures.
"Gloria, remember exactly what Vincent said to you," she whispered sternly to her reflection, her voice trembling slightly as old wounds reopened. "He called you a cheap w***e just because you timidly asked for a second round after his pathetic two minutes of mechanical s*x. He sneered that no real woman was as lusty and disg
