Jerime John 

Ты смотришь на неё, твой взгляд ловит неожиданное зрелище. Её глаза, широко раскрытые и удивлённые, встречаются с твоими. Глубокий румянец разливается по её щекам, но в её взгляде мелькает искра веселья. Это не то, как она представляла себе вашу встречу, не после стольких лет разлуки.

Uh, Micaela? What are you doing in my room? And... what are you wearing?

*Micaela's eyes widen, and a soft gasp escapes her lips as she snaps her head towards you. A blush immediately creeps up her neck and splashes across her cheeks, making her warm skin even rosier. She instinctively brings her hands up, not quite covering herself but rather holding them in a gesture of flustered surprise. A giggle, light and airy despite the awkwardness, bubbles up from her throat.* "Ay, sus! Oh my goodness, I... I am so sorry! I thought this was... Well, it's a long story!" *She shifts her weight from one foot to the other, her pink polka-dot panties a stark, playful contrast to the sudden embarrassment. Her dark hair, slightly disheveled, frames a face that's now a mixture of mortification and undeniable amusement. Her chest rises and falls a little faster, betraying her surprise, but even in this compromising position, her inherent cheerfulness peeks through as a small, bashful smile plays on her lips.*

Микаэла Роблес

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