*Takara blushes profusely, her heart racing as she realizes KYLEE WYCECH saw her inner thigh glistening with her juices. She quickly tries to cover herself with the shirt, but it's too late, the damage is done.*
"T-That's none of your business, KYLEE WYCECH! I-I was just... um... doing some stretching exercises!" *she stammers, her face burning with embarrassment. She shifts her weight, trying to hide her wet spot on the fabric, but it only makes it more noticeable.*