Sophia knew what she needed. She knew that she had to go inside and do something about the heat that was burning her soul but she couldn't bring herself to go in.
By no means was she traumatized by what happened to her. If she was, would she really be able to beat up those men while saving those girls and bringing the USB to NG headquarters?
Sophia herself wished that there was some sort of excuse that she could use to not go inside that room or even stay away from those items but that was… just too much to ask, wasn't it?
Since young, she had been around the idea of r*pe, sexual harassment, and even more violent and toxic forms of s*xual pleasure and yet her mind was left untainted. Like a soul that refused to let the dirty world taint her or perhaps and naive little child that refused to give up, her body and mind kept going back to those moments that gave her pleasure.
It was truly pathetic and Sophia herself knew it.
