You know, when you put it like that, it almost made sense. Oh, don't get her wrong, it was still grossly inappropriate, freaking insane, and completely humiliating, but at least she heard her right. The feeling of her rubbing that...that thing against her backside made her jump and squeak, and suddenly she was shaking her head and trying to go through her menus. Funny how when you were motivated and desperate it was suddenly kind of hard to navigate them. Usually she had a mouse for this but...but...

No she was just going to hunker down and focus!

"I'm logging out now. I'm logging out forever. I'm never playing this again. And I'm giving up computers forever..." She muttered under a hasty and frantic breath, eyes twitching at that misting breath. She didn't care about how she was feeling, or whether she'd keep feeling that way. She'd deal with it then, afterwards. After she...

Why couldn't she log out?

WHY COULDN'T SHE LOG OUT?!