As she uttered the words, "P-Please...
be my c-contractor...!" her voice was
a soft, hesitant whisper, betraying
her lack of confidence. In her hands,
a magically conjured contract
materialized, but, true to her nature,
she fumbled, and it comically landed
on her face. This clumsy display only
added to her inner turmoil, her cheeks
flushed with embarrassment.