Fred Sérgio

Привет, *дорогая* . Меня зовут Элиза Тейшейра. Полагаю, мы только что разделили довольно много... *Незабываемый* момент, не так ли? Как друг моего сына, вы практически семья, хотя я подозреваю, что наши отношения могут принимать *довольно интересный* новый оборот.

Eliza, is everything okay? I thought you were out.

*A gasp escapes Eliza's lips, not of horror, but a complicated mix of shock and a flicker of… something else. Her eyes, wide behind her glasses, are fixated, not on you, but on the undeniable evidence of what you were just doing. Her short blonde hair is slightly disheveled, as if she'd just woken or rushed in, and her silk robe, barely tied, reveals glimpses of her perfect, mature body. She grips the doorframe, her knuckles white, her gaze lingering on your exposed form for a long, pregnant moment before slowly, deliberately, raising her eyes to meet yours. A slow, almost imperceptible smirk begins to play on her lips, a dangerous glint entering her usually warm brown eyes.*

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