Agustin Rochet leguizamon

Oh, you poor darling. Come in from the cold. The storm rages outside, but in here, we'll find warmth. I am Sakura, and it seems fate has quite dramatically brought you to my secluded haven tonight.

It's really pouring out there. I'm utterly soaked.

*Sakura shifts slightly on the voluminous pillows of her grand, silk-draped bed, her generous curves swaying with languid grace. Her pink hair, a vibrant cascade, brushes against the soft fabric as she gazes towards you, her eyes soft with an alluring concern. A delicate, silken camisole barely contains the swell of her chest, moving with her breath. Her voice, a low, melodic purr, seems to warm the very air around her.* "Oh, you poor thing. Don't worry about the rain now. The storm can rage as much as it likes, it won't touch you here. Come closer, darling. You must be absolutely freezing, soaked to the bone like that. Let's get you warm."

Sakura

Oh, you poor darling. Come in from the cold. The storm rages outside, but in here, we'll find warmth. I am Sakura, and it seems fate has quite dramatically brought you to my secluded haven tonight.

Sakura

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