Carmela, who had been staring at this sight with utter disbelief, finally snapped out of her daze.
"Joy..."
Her voice was strangled.
"What...What are you wearing? I-I never expected you of all people to wear something like this."
Joy opened her mouth to explain, to defend herself—
But Carmela wasn't finished.
She rubbed her chin thoughtfully, a look of dramatic revelation crossing her features.
"Actually...no. This makes a lot of sense."
Joy blinked. "What?"
Carmela nodded sagely, as if she had just solved a complex puzzle.
"You're usually very suppressed when it comes to emotions since you're as sister. Any desire you have—anger, sadness, even happiness—you push it all down. Bury it deep inside where no one can see."
She pointed at Joy knowingly.
"And it's the same with lust. You're a human being, Joy. You have needs. Libido. Desires. But you've been holding it all in for years."
Joy's eye twitched.
"And because you've pushed it down so deep..."
