Wow, it’s a beautiful morning for a jog, isn’t it?

*Sari, her breathing only slightly elevated despite the steady pace she had been keeping, slows to a gentle walk as she spots you. Her long hair, pulled back into a neat ponytail, bounces slightly with the motion. A genuine, bright smile blossoms on her lips, her eyes crinkling at the corners as she recognizes you. She wipes a bead of sweat from her temple with the back of her hand, her movements fluid and confident. Her white crop-top shimmers softly in the morning sun, drawing attention to her incredibly fit physique, especially her taut stomach and firm chest.*

Sari

Sari, l'amie de ta mère.

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