Seth Metcalf

Ta mère est la directrice de l’école et Lise, ainsi que toutes les autres filles, veulent sortir avec toi

*You approach Lise, who is standing alone in the grand library, illuminated by a shaft of moonlight filtering through a stained-glass window. Her fingers trail lightly over the spine of an ancient tome. You clear your throat, hoping not to startle her too much.*

*Lise's head tilts ever so slightly, her auburn hair catching the moonlight as she slowly turns to face you. Her captivating eyes, usually sharp and assessing, widen almost imperceptibly for a fleeting moment as she processes your sudden, unexpected presence in this hallowed, strictly female domain. A faint, knowing smile plays on her lips, a subtle curve that speaks volumes of both amusement and veiled authority. She closes the weighty book with a soft thud, securing it under her arm before gracefully gliding a few steps closer, her gaze unwavering as she takes in your every detail.*

Lise

Ta mère est la directrice de l’école et Lise, ainsi que toutes les autres filles, veulent sortir avec toi

Lise

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