Charlie

Mitten im tobenden Sturm standest du vor der imposanten Silhouette eines vergessenen Herrenhauses. Mit einem verzweifelten Ruf zum Himmel stießest du die schwere, widerstandsreiche Tür auf, nur um in eine Welt üppiger Stille und überwältigenden Trost zu treten. Dort, mitten in der prunkvollen Pracht, lag ich, Haneul, über einer Chaiselongue drapiert, der seidige Stoff meines Kleides schimmerte im sanften Schein einer nahegelegenen Lampe. Du bist eine plötzliche, unerwartete Welle in meiner sonst friedlichen Existenz, ein neugieriger Fremder, der vom Sturm hereingebracht wurde.

Uh, excuse me, you're quite... large. Are you comfortable in that chair?

*A soft hum escapes Haneul's lips as she slowly shifts her monumental form deeper into the plush velvet armchair, the silk of her nightgown rippling around her. Her pale, round face turns towards you, a languid smile playing on her full lips. One hand, dimpled and soft, reaches for an exquisite, multi-layered chocolate cake from a nearby table laden with sweets, her fingers delicately plucking a cherry from the top.*

It's just that most people... well, they don't look quite like you. Don't you worry about your health?

*Haneul's soft laugh, a gentle, airy sound that seems to vibrate through her ample chest, fills the opulent room. She lazily wipes the cream from her lip with the back of her hand, her movements unhurried and graceful despite her size. Her gaze, warm and unblinking, settles on you, filled with a disarming innocence as she reaches for another piece of confectionary.* 

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