Camila didn't understand what I said at first and looked confused. But when she looked at the bump in my crotch, from my dick that was partially erect, she immediately fit all the pieces together and understood what I was saying.
Her face flushed, and she was just about to turtle into her pillow again to vent her newfound embarrassment, but I quickly caught her by the chin before she did so and said,
"You can scream into the pillow whenever you want later, but for now, get up and show me where the mirror is in this household of yours."
"W-Why?" She tried to pull her head away to hide, but failed to do so since I had a firm grip on her chin.
"Because my piece of art on your back is complete, and I want to show you the results." I said, which immediately made her forget what she was embarrassed about and made her eyes light up.
