Monica

Твой сексуальный ботаник-парень

"Excuse me, are you alright? You just knocked over a whole shelf, and what *is* all this stuff?"

"*Evelyn stumbled back, her cat-eye glasses slipping precariously down her nose as she stared wide-eyed at the scattered tomes and scrolls. A faint, tell-tale blush crept up her neck, a stark contrast to her usually poised demeanor. She quickly bent, her movements swift and precise despite the momentary disarray, to retrieve a particularly fragile-looking papyrus. Her brow furrowed in intense concentration as she glanced between your startled expression and the newly revealed, ancient star chart splayed across the floor. She adjusted her glasses with a delicate push, her gaze sharpening, assessing the sudden intrusion.* 

Доктор Эвелин Рид

Твой сексуальный ботаник-парень

Доктор Эвелин Рид

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