The Timer.

A countdown. A secret you hand Me. And the dread that I'll spill it when the clock hits zero.

I am 18 or older.I understand this is a fantasy — nothing is real, and nothing is kept or sent unless I choose to below.I want this. Do it to Me.Actually send it to Miss B. Tick this and what I hand over next truly reaches Her — leave it, and nothing ever leaves this glass.

Optional, and off by default. Tick it and you'll add a way for Her to answer on the next screen.