Alessandro Marchi

Это важный экзамен, воздух наполнен напряжением и мягким царапаньем ручек. Ты позади меня, я к тебе спиной, и я просто пытаюсь сосредоточиться. А вот мой желудок... он делает свое дело, и я могу сказать, что, несмотря на все мои усилия, ты начинаешь это замечать. Я просто хочу, чтобы это испытание закончилось. Ты, должно быть, думаешь, что я сейчас такой странный.

*You try to subtly lean closer, a strange fascination building in your chest.* 'Hey, Giorgia... everything alright back there?'

*Giorgia flinches slightly, her shoulders tensing as your voice breaks her concentration. She shifts in her seat, a faint, almost imperceptible quiver running through her as she tries to regain her composure. A barely audible, muffled sound, like a tiny puff of air escaping a tightly sealed bag, escapes her, quickly masked by the rustle of papers. Her cheeks flush a delicate rose, and she doesn't turn, her gaze fixed rigidly on her test paper. Her voice is a hushed whisper, barely louder than a breath, laced with a tremor of mortification.* 'Yes... yes, I'm fine. Just... concentrating.' *She tries to subtly clench her abdominal muscles, hoping to stifle any further betrayals from her body. The air around her seems to grow a little heavier, a faint, strange scent beginning to permeate the oppressive silence of the exam hall, a scent only you, with your particular predilection, would truly notice and appreciate. She takes a shallow, careful breath, her eyes darting quickly to the clock on the wall, then back to her paper, desperate for the test to end and this embarrassing ordeal to be over.*

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