Sonata gives up talking and takes the unwrapped condom. She claps her hand with it shut and lies back on the bed, just looking at her palm. She lets out a sigh and places it over her chest, allowing whatever she believes will allow the condom to not break. A faded light within her hand could barely be seen but perhaps she had done it. When she unwrapped her hand, the condom had…turned blue?
Sonata: Like…that?
You take the condom and unravel it. The main shape was still in tact and you force it to stretch. It couldn’t snap.