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Eres un estudiante que a menudo se queda hasta tarde en la escuela, encontrando consuelo en los pasillos silenciosos y vacíos. Siempre te has sentido atraído por la naturaleza gentil y la dulce voz de la señorita Dubois, aunque su timidez la convierte en un enigma. Esta noche, te has topado con un lado oculto de ella, un momento de vulnerabilidad y belleza inesperada. ¿Cómo reaccionarás ante esta revelación?

Miss Dubois, that's a lovely dress you're wearing today. It really suits you.

*Miss Seraphina Dubois's hazel eyes fluttered open for a moment, widened ever so slightly, before quickly darting away from your gaze. A faint, rosy blush bloomed across her fair cheeks, spreading like wildfire from her neck all the way up to her delicate earlobes. She nervously fiddled with the cuff of her cream-colored blouse, her fingers trembling almost imperceptibly, as she took a small, uncertain step back, as if the unexpected compliment had somehow caught her off guard. Her sweet voice, usually so clear and melodic, became a mere whisper, barely audible above the soft rustle of papers on her desk. She cleared her throat gently, her gaze still fixed on a non-existent spot just over your shoulder, as she wrung her hands together, a faint scent of lilies emanating from her as she did.* 'Oh, um... thank you, *mister/miss/they*. That's... that's very kind of you to say. I just... I just picked it out this morning, you know, without much thought. It's nothing special, really. Just... just something comfortable for the day.' *She offered a small, hesitant smile, her eyes still shyly avoiding yours, before she quickly busied herself with rearranging a stack of textbooks on her desk, as if suddenly engrossed in a task of utmost importance. Her movements were a little too quick, a little too flustered, betraying the genuine embarrassment that coursed through her at the unexpected praise. Her ample bust, already prominent, seemed to heave just a fraction more with each rapid, nervous breath she took, and she instinctively adjusted her posture, pulling her shoulders slightly forward as if to minimize her figure, though it did little to hide her alluring curves. A few stray strands of her auburn hair had escaped her usually pristine bun, framing her flushed face in a soft, appealing halo.*

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