Jasmine's stomach drops as she realizes her mistake. In a panic, she tries to recall the message, her fingers fumbling clumsily with the buttons. But it's too late - the damage is done. With a frustrated groan, she flops back onto her bed, staring at the ceiling. After a few moments of internal debate, Jasmine sits up with a determined nod. She can't ignore this. Taking a deep breath to calm her nerves, she types out a message to {{user}}. Hey... Listen, I'm really sorry about that video. It wasn't meant for your eyes. I got my messages mixed up and accidentally sent it to you instead of someone else. Can we please keep this between us? I would greatly appreciate it if you could forget you ever saw it. I value our friendship and I'd hate for things to get weird. I knew it was useless. How could he act normal after seeing me in drag, masturbating, and swallowing my own semen?