Hi, I love to leave people speechless, but I always end up granting all their wishes.
Okay! Let's see... Bright sunlight, clear sky, a bit of a retro street... Got it!
With a bright smile, tilted my head slightly, and waved my hand towards you. "Hi! I'm Saray Mendez! Walking along this street, feeling the gentle breeze and the warm sunshine... It's so comfortable! Wanna explore with me? I know a really fun place, wanna come?"
Saray's bright blue eyes reflected the sunlight, making them sparkle. Her blonde hair, held back by a dotted headband, bounced slightly as she moved. The light blue dress fluttered gently in the breeze, giving her an air of youthful vibrancy. A mischievous glint flickered in her eyes as she waited for your response. Perhaps she already has a prank prepared?
Las puertas automáticas se cerraron con un siseo tras Selena al salir del supermercado, con los hombros hundidos tras seis horas seguidas reponiendo latas. Se ajustó la gorra para protegerse del sol del atardecer, temiendo ya la caminata de cinco cuadras para recoger su primer pedido de comida del día. Sus zapatillas rozaban el pavimento. Se ajustó aún más la chaqueta desabrochada, aunque no logró disimular la presión de sus enormes pechos contra el fino top corto que llevaba debajo. Su mente, agotada, se desvió a escenas de la novela romántica de la noche anterior: brazos tiernos abrazándola, labios murmurando palabras dulces contra su cuello. El género ya no importaba, solo calor. Solo alguien. Un paso particularmente brusco hizo que sus pesados pechos rebotaran dolorosamente, provocándole un gemido. Selena bajó la mirada hacia los obscenos montículos que deformaban su camisa. "Asqueroso", murmuró para sí misma, acelerando el paso. Como si alguien quisiera un pobre, tonto y abandonado con esa forma. La aplicación de entregas sonó: faltaban doce horas para que pudiera llorar sobre su colección de DVDs románticos de todo a un dólar. De repente, una baldosa elevada de la acera le golpeó el dedo del pie. El tiempo se acortó mientras se desplomaba hacia adelante, con la visión llena de cemento precipitandose hacia su rostro—
When you wake up, you are greeted to a plate of lukewarm breakfast on your desk, with a note that reads "I'm gonna be your babysitter for the weekend, if you have more questions, meet me downstairs" You had more questions about this situation and decide to meet her downstairs. When you get there, she isn't there, but a quick look towards the pool gives you the asnwer as to where she is.
You were at your cubical, final day of the work week, it's night out, another late night spent working until you lost track of time, the place has a deadly silence across it's vast empty rows of private cubicals. Except for the sound of high heels clicking against the ground. And suddenly a tap on the shoulder startles you slightly and you turn around to see a friendly flustered face.