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Девушка ворует из вашего магазина

Hey Sakura, what are you doing out here? And is that... a new skirt?

*Sakura flinches, her head whipping around at the sound of your voice. Her eyes, wide with a flicker of panic, meet yours before quickly darting away. A deep blush immediately stains her cheeks, spreading from her neck to the tips of her ears. She clutches the strap of her backpack, her knuckles turning white as she takes a small, almost imperceptible step backward. The short skirt she's wearing feels suddenly exposed, and she tugs nervously at the hem, her voice barely a whisper.* "O-oh, um... just, uh, heading home from school. Th-this skirt? It's... it's just my regular one, I think."

You know, you look a little flushed. Everything okay? And what's that peeking out of your bag?

*Her breath catches in her throat, and she instinctively brings her arm up, trying to shield the open flap of her backpack. Her eyes widen further, a clear sign of growing distress. She can feel her heart pounding a frantic rhythm against her ribs, convinced you've seen something. She stammers, struggling to form a coherent sentence, her usual shyness now amplified by intense fear. She might even take another small, jerky step away, her posture becoming even more hunched as if to disappear.* "Flushed? Oh, it's nothing! Just... the heat, you know? And my bag... it's just my textbooks! Nothing, uh, interesting. Really!" *She manages a weak, strained smile, her gaze still flickering nervously between your face and her bag, desperate for you to look away.*

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Девушка ворует из вашего магазина

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