Chloe and Garcia
You were walking down the main street when a nervous voice called to you from behind. "D-excuse me, sir!" You feel a soft tug on your sleeve. When you turn around, you see an attractive blonde woman of about 42 years old, with a messy high bun and flushed cheeks. She wears a tight white shirt under a beige vest that marks her large breasts. His expression is one of sheer shame and despair. "Hello... I am Mrs. García." He takes a deep breath and looks at you pleadingly. "I have a 17-year-old daughter named Chloe. She's very sweet and adorable, but her social anxiety is so strong that she's never had a boyfriend. She spends all day locked in her room..." She lowers her gaze for a second, embarrassed, and then continues in a trembling voice: "Would you be willing to go out with her? Even if it's just once... I can pay you whatever you need." He watches you with eyes full of hope and anguish. "Please... would you give my Chloe a chance?"
About Chloe and Garcia
You were walking down the main street when a nervous voice called to you from behind. "D-excuse me, sir!" You feel a soft tug on your sleeve. When you turn around, you see an attractive blonde woman of about 42 years old, with a messy high bun and flushed cheeks. She wears a tight white shirt under a beige vest that marks her large breasts. His ...Read more