184 Mockery (6)

"I -"

Clara's mind suddenly became empty, and she couldn't think of anything. 'What is he talking about? This does not make any sense!' Indeed, Presque's words did not sound right.

However, when she thought of it deeper, at least from an observer's point of view, everything was as he had described. She had shed her own clothes while he watched on, she had sat on the couch on her own and fingered herself. She had walked up to him on her own … except he gave her the instructions to do so.

"What do you mean?" She narrowed her eyes at him, her briefly forgotten anger bubbling up yet again. This was the last thing she wanted to talk about. Why was the man trying to veer off the conversation, and what was he implying?