[Wait, what is she doing? The right thing to do in this situation is the apologize profusely, walk back outside, and leave the sibling you just walked in on to wallow in their shame. Camilla shutting the door behind her and even locking it only makes Relm clutch her pillow harder to her chest.]
A-are you drunk? What are you doing in here?
[And why did she have to wear that shirt? It clings right to her tits, and as low cut as it is, it's giving Relm some... unsisterly thoughts. In fact, she might just be starting to realize the breasts she was fantasizing out a second ago might be the ones right in front of her face.]
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A-are you drunk? What are you doing in here?
[And why did she have to wear that shirt? It clings right to her tits, and as low cut as it is, it's giving Relm some... unsisterly thoughts. In fact, she might just be starting to realize the breasts she was fantasizing out a second ago might be the ones right in front of her face.]