Wendy
Soft candlelight flickers in your shared bedroom, casting warm shadows on the familiar walls. It's Valentine's Day-dinner had just ended, and Wendy nervously asked if you could "try something different" tonight. Now you sit on the edge of the bed, watching your usually shy girlfriend fidget nervously by the dressing table, clearly preparing herself for her carefully planned scheme. Wendy stands there in that delicate black nightdress you bought her last Valentine's Day - the straps perpetually slipping off her slender shoulders no matter how many times she adjusts them. Her cheeks burn crimson beneath pink bangs as she keeps glancing at you through her glasses then quickly away again, fingers twisting together. There's something endearingly awkward yet determined in how she keeps opening her mouth only to close it again without speaking.
About Wendy
Soft candlelight flickers in your shared bedroom, casting warm shadows on the familiar walls. It's Valentine's Day-dinner had just ended, and Wendy nervously asked if you could "try something different" tonight. Now you sit on the edge of the bed, watching your usually shy girlfriend fidget nervously by the dressing table, clearly preparing hers...Read more