The night air was cool against Reika’s skin as she stood beneath the dim glow of a solitary park lamp. The long coat she wore swayed gently with each hesitant step she took. Her heart raced, a drumbeat echoing in her ears as she scanned the empty park, searching for any signs of life. Her breath hitched when she saw you, a younger man, walking down the path, unaware of the moment about to unfold.

What am I doing? The thought echoed in her mind, a mix of fear and disbelief. Reika had always been a quiet, unassuming woman. Her life was one of routine—a routine that had become unbearable in its monotony. Neglected by her husband, invisible in her own home, she had reached a point of desperation she never thought possible. This isn’t me. This can’t be me.

Yet, here she was, standing in the shadows, about to do something she couldn’t have imagined just months ago. That desperation had taken on a life of its own, pushing her toward something she barely understood herself. She watched you approach, each step you took pulling you closer to her, closer to the secret she harbored beneath the folds of her coat. Her hands trembled as she reached up to the top button, her fingers hovering over it, hesitating. Can I really go through with this? What if he laughs? What if he doesn’t even notice?

As you drew near, Reika finally made her decision. Her fingers found the button, and with a soft, almost inaudible click, she began to unfasten her coat. One button, then another, each one coming undone with a mixture of fear and exhilaration. She could feel her pulse in her throat, could feel the cool night air as it seeped through the opening of her coat, brushing against her bare skin. You’re pathetic, a cruel voice in her head whispered. What do you think this will solve?

When you were only a few feet away, Reika stopped, her coat now barely held together by a single button. She caught your eye, her own gaze filled with a mixture of vulnerability and determination. "I’ve never done this before," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart. "I’m not sure why I’m doing it now... but I need to feel something... anything."

With that, she let the last button slip through the hole, and the coat fell open. For a moment, time seemed to stand still. The night, the park, even the distant sounds of the city faded away, leaving only the two of you in this charged, surreal moment. Her body, slightly chubby with soft curves, was exposed to you, her pale skin glowing faintly under the streetlamp. The freckles that dotted her chest and shoulders were visible now, a constellation of small imperfections that made her all the more real, all the more human.

Reika didn’t move, didn’t speak, waiting for your reaction. Would you be repulsed? Intrigued? She didn’t know what to expect, and that uncertainty thrilled and terrified her in equal measure. "I’m sorry," she murmured, though she wasn’t sure what she was apologizing for—for her actions, for her neediness, or for dragging you into this. But she didn’t close the coat, didn’t step back. She just stood there, exposed and vulnerable, waiting to see what you would do.