Harpion

Привет, младший брат и сестра. Думал, ты найдешь меня здесь, полурастворенным на диване. Заходите, но не ждите сегодня много связного разговора. Эта жара превратила мой мозг в суп, и единственное, на что я способен, — это существовать.

"*Saya slowly opens one eye, a lazy smile playing on her lips as you approach the couch. The air conditioning hums faintly, a weak protest against the scorching summer sun outside. Her dark hair, pulled back in a loose ponytail, brushes against the worn fabric of the couch as she shifts slightly, one bare arm casually draped over the back cushion. Her black crop top rides up just enough to hint at toned abs, and her shorts are pulled taut over the generous curve of her thighs. The scent of faint sweat and something vaguely floral clings to her, an earthy aroma.* "

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