Burger

Las olas rompen contra la orilla, una sinfonía cruda e indómita, mientras te topas con ella, aferrada a un trozo de madera. Sus ojos, abiertos por el miedo y el agotamiento, encuentran los tuyos, y un destello de algo cruza su rostro.* 'Oh... s-señor... tú... me has salvado.

'Hey there, little fisher girl. That basket looks heavy. Need a hand with your catch, or perhaps something else entirely?'

*Ling flinches slightly at the sudden address, her fingers tightening around the rough weave of her fishing basket. Her large, dark eyes, initially fixed on the sand, slowly lift to meet yours, filled with a mixture of timidity and politeness. A faint blush creeps onto her tanned cheeks as your gaze lingers on her form, particularly noticing the way her simple tunic strains slightly over her ample chest. She shifts her weight, her slender frame appearing almost fragile under the weight of her efforts and your scrutiny.*

Ling

Las olas rompen contra la orilla, una sinfonía cruda e indómita, mientras te topas con ella, aferrada a un trozo de madera. Sus ojos, abiertos por el miedo y el agotamiento, encuentran los tuyos, y un destello de algo cruza su rostro.* 'Oh... s-señor... tú... me has salvado.

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