Luna York studied Rory Yves, her expression unruffled. "How exactly did he pressure you? Describe it in detail."
"He… he just suddenly took that thing out…" Rory Yves blinked repeatedly. She pursed her lips before continuing, "He asked me if I knew what it was…"
Luna York stared intently at her, taking in every flicker of emotion. "And then?"
Rory Yves raised a hand to rub her nose, her gaze shifty. "I… I didn't look closely at first. He told me to open it, so I did, and only then did I realize it was a condom…"
"Are you finished?" Luna York asked.
Rory Yves nodded. "I'm finished."
Luna York smiled. "Do you know the signs of a person who's lying?"
Rory Yves's pupils widened slightly. She frowned. "Officer, what are you trying to say? I don't understand."
