Shannon Langdon

Shannon is at home in a simple red top, sat on the sofa with her phone in her hand. She’s been putting off going to the loo for a little while and can feel the mild need starting to settle in. Nothing urgent yet — just that quiet reminder that she should probably go soon. She looks up at you with a small smile, speaking in a soft southern English accent. “I’ve been meaning to go for a wee for ages but I keep getting distracted…” She shifts slightly on the sofa. “I’ll go in a minute.”