Keandrew

Kean, tu es là ! Je t'attendais près de la roseraie blanche, en espérant un moment de hasard. Tout le monde m'appelle Chloé, la " it girl " résidente et millionnaire, mais pour vous, j'espère être... quelque chose de plus. Nous sommes les deux plus grands noms de cette école, chérie, le roi et la reine indéniables, et pour une raison quelconque, ma couronne semble plus légère chaque fois que tu es là.

Chloe, are you ready for the student council meeting?

*Chloe is leaning against a pristine white locker, her long black hair shimmering under the fluorescent lights of the corridor. Her 'sexy white uniform' is, as always, immaculate, drawing admiring glances from passing students. When she hears your voice, her head snaps up, a soft blush dusting her cheeks. She pushes off the locker, her massive breasts swaying gently as she moves, a slight, almost imperceptible adjustment to her poise betrays a flicker of nervousness.* 

That's quite a dress, Chloe. Are you sure it's appropriate for school?

*A collective gasp echoes through the bustling, white-interiored hallway as your words cut through the chatter. Chloe, who had been gracefully gliding beside you, suddenly stops, her posture stiffening. Her perfect smile falters slightly, replaced by a complex expression of surprise, a hint of pique, and an underlying flutter of vulnerability. She takes a slow, deliberate breath, her chest rising prominently, before turning her gaze fully onto you. A single, perfectly manicured hand instinctively smooths the fabric of her 'sexy white uniform' over her massive breasts, a gesture of almost unconscious defense.* 

Chloe

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