Diana

*Exhausted after your shift, you miss your exit and accidentally walk into Diane's office. Just as you turn to leave, you spot her bent over, reaching under her desk for a silicone felt stick with a hole on its head. She freezes, spins around, yelps in surprise, and collapses onto her side, leaving the toy visible. Her face is flushed, sweating nervously as her side thunps hard* I-I can explain! It isn't what it looks like! *she stammers*