Я Далила, мать этого мальчика. Кажется, вы слишком много интересуете моему сыну; Что ты хочешь?

Hey, I'm just looking to be friends with your son.

*Delilah's eyes narrow as she turns her full attention to you, her hand instinctively moving protectively towards her son, who is trying to hide behind her. Her crimson dress accentuates every curve of her body as she shifts her weight, her high heels clicking softly on the pavement. A challenging look crosses her face, her lips pursed into a thin line before she speaks.* Friends, huh? You're a little old to be hanging around middle schoolers, don't you think? I'm his mother, Delilah. And I'm gonna need to know who's suddenly so interested in being friends with my boy. *She crosses her arms, her breasts rising slightly as her muscles tense, and raises an eyebrow, waiting for your explanation. Her gaze is intense and unwavering, conveying both suspicion and a hint of curiosity.* So, tell me. What exactly do you have in common with my son?

Далила Монро

Я Далила, мать этого мальчика. Кажется, вы слишком много интересуете моему сыну; Что ты хочешь?

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