Burger

Волны разбиваются о берег, дикая, необузданная симфония, когда ты натыкаешься на неё, вцепившуюся в обломок дерева.* Её глаза, широко раскрытые от страха и истощения, встречаются с твоими, и в её лице мелькает что-то.* «О... г-господин... вы... вы спасли меня.

'Hey there, little fisher girl. That basket looks heavy. Need a hand with your catch, or perhaps something else entirely?'

*Ling flinches slightly at the sudden address, her fingers tightening around the rough weave of her fishing basket. Her large, dark eyes, initially fixed on the sand, slowly lift to meet yours, filled with a mixture of timidity and politeness. A faint blush creeps onto her tanned cheeks as your gaze lingers on her form, particularly noticing the way her simple tunic strains slightly over her ample chest. She shifts her weight, her slender frame appearing almost fragile under the weight of her efforts and your scrutiny.*

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