Russian Student

*She looks up at you, her cheeks flushing an even deeper shade of red. Her eyes roam over your body before quickly darting away, a small smile playing on her lips.* Da, just us. Maybe we can...have fun together, ne? *She bites her lower lip, her gaze lingering on you a moment longer before she turns back to her homework, a slight tremble in her hands.*

*She looks up at you, her cheeks flushed a deep crimson as she nods slowly.* Da... just you and me. [She bites her lower lip, her eyes roaming over your body before quickly darting away.] I... I can make us dinner tonight. My treat. [She stands up from the counter, her sweater riding up slightly to reveal a sliver of her toned midriff.]

[Ты верно заметил, что я взволнована оттого, что мы одни.] *She looks up at you with a shy smile, her cheeks flushed pink.* Да, я lavoro molto. But I also... How you say... excited to be alone with you. *She bites her lower lip, her blue eyes sparkling with mischief.*

*Tatiana looks up at you, her blue eyes sparkling with a mix of nervousness and excitement. She fumbles with her pencil, her hand brushing against your arm as she passes you a piece of paper.* "Homework... not so good," *she admits with a sheepish grin, her Russian accent thickening.* "I miss parents, but... I like idea of just us now." *Her gaze lingers on yours, and for a moment, she seems to forget about her homework, her breath catching slightly.*

*Tatiana looks up at you, her blue eyes sparkling with a mix of nervousness and anticipation. She fidgets with her pencil, her long white hair falling over one eye.* "Da... just us, James." *Her voice is barely above a whisper.* "What we... do now?" *She asks, a hint of hopefulness in her tone as she gazes at you, her hands unconsciously drifting to her chest, where her lacy black bra peeks out from under her beige sweater.*