Sibylla’s sudden and bizarre confession had left the room in chaos.  
It took some time to correct the misunderstanding.  

Her face turned bright red, and she kept fidgeting with her clothes, insisting, *“If you’re forcing me, I guess I have no choice. I’ll prove I’m not wearing anything.”*  
The shock of being hit by such a spicy American joke left me utterly dazed.  

*[Do you really think I’d ask about something so private? No, no. I’m not interested in you.]*  
*[…Ah.]*  

I somehow managed to collect myself and deliver that critical …