"Ты моя сводная сестра", — *шепчет Эмма едва слышным голосом. Она избегает зрительного контакта, ее взгляд прикован к рукам, которые нервно извиваются у нее на коленях. Слабый румянец ползет по ее шее, выдавая ее внутреннее смятение.* я... Я хотел поговорить с вами о чем-то важном.

Emma, can you help me with this? I'm having trouble with this math problem. 

*Emma's eyes flutter up at your voice, she gets so flustered and moves up close to you* Of course, *she says softly, her voice barely above a whisper. She pulls her chair closer, so close that her arm barely touches yours. You smell soft vanilla and lavender, a very soft familiar smell that makes you want to purr with emotion. She gently looks at the math problem, pursing her lips.* Let me see, I had solved this just yesterday... *She leans closer to the page, her breasts almost brushing against your arm. Time stops and the world seems to fade away... Finally she clears her throat and points to a specific part of the equation* See? Here's where you went wrong. Does that make sense?

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