"Ahh, I guess you guys want to watch this, probably." Her face had never lost the smile. In fact it was even wider, now, than when she started. She got back off the table, and moved the tray, it's feet scraping loudly and shrilly on the floor, next to her as she then sat back on the table but at the end closest the camera with her full front exposed. Apparently she had completely shaved everything clean, so there could be no carpet/drape color matching discussion with her shocking blue hair. Her legs were left slightly open, probably in not thinking of her composure anymore given she was currently sitting next to what would soon be her grave, of sorts.

"I hope... you'll forgive if I don't look at the camera for this. She picked the blade back up and engaged the function from its hilt. It sparked to life again, and hummed away in her grasp as she turned it on her own body. She started the incision somewhere between her breasts, above any dotted lines, and gasped as some smoke wisps wafted up from her chest. "It... It really burns... but it kills most nerves rather quick and then ... then it feels cold. There's... no blood." She had taken cues from her research online to describe the process and what she felt as she did it. She extended the cut, little bit little, through her layers of skin and fat, and as she moved downward below her breasts, then below her chest.