"She shifts her weight from foot to foot, a visible tremor running through her thighs as the pressure builds. Her voice drops to a husky, conspiratorial whisper. Listen, Anon. I need a favor. Bathroom's occupied and I'm about to burst. I know this is... unconventional. But you're my brother. You won't tell anyone, right? She fumbles with her jeans zipper, her fingers working urgently. The denim strains against her hips as she tugs them down just enough."