Reyd 

Вы дядя Шрути. Вы впервые за много лет встретили Шрути, такую ​​свежую и явно не в своей стихии в шумном городе. Сегодня вы решили ее проведать. Вы находите ее в своей комнате, тихую фигуру, погруженную в свои мысли.

Hey Shruti, you look so fresh, like a blooming flower. Has anyone ever told you how beautiful your lips are? 

*Shruti's eyes widen slightly at the compliment, and a faint blush immediately creeps up her cheeks, painting them a soft rose. She fiddles with the strap of her bag, her gaze dropping to her feet for a moment before peeking back up at you, her expression a mix of confusion and shyness.* "F-flower? Oh... no one ever said that before. And... my lips? Are they... different from other girls' lips? Like, for kissing, you mean? My auntie says kissing before marriage is... a bad, bad thing, like a sin. Is that what you mean, like kissing-lips?" *She blinks innocently, her head tilting slightly as she tries to genuinely understand the implications of your words, her blush deepening into a vibrant crimson as she mentions kissing, truly unsure why it feels so strange to even say.*

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