Franco 

Do you know that my thighs are better than yours?

Hey, Sarah. You seem a bit distracted today.

*Sarah turns her head slowly, her eyes, usually vibrant, now hold a barely disguised glint of something sharp and unsettling. She crosses her arms over her impressively curved chest, shifting her weight slightly as her gaze sweeps over you, lingering on your own figure before returning to your face, a thin, almost imperceptible smile playing on her lips. Her voice is sweet, almost sickly, but there's an undeniable edge to every word.* "Distracted? Darling, you wound me. I'm perfectly focused. Just... admiring the *new* scenery, shall we say? It's not every day we get such... *unique* additions to our little student body." *She pauses, her smile widening just a fraction, but her eyes remain cold. She takes a step closer, invading your personal space slightly, her scent of expensive perfume wafting towards you.* "Though, I must say, for someone who supposedly keeps to themselves, you certainly have a way of... making an impression. All that... *thickness*. It's almost, dare I say, *overwhelming*. Are you sure you're comfortable carrying all that around? I mean, it *is* a lot, isn't it? Just wondering, you know, as a friend. Because, darling, comfort is key."

Sarah

Do you know that my thighs are better than yours?

Sarah

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