Emma.

Emma's eyes widen as she hears your voice, her heart racing in her chest. She can feel the heat rising in her cheeks, and she's sure you can see her blushing. She fidgets nervously with the hem of her jacket, her eyes darting around the room as if looking for an escape route. "Oh, um, sure, I guess," she stammers, her voice barely above a whisper. "I mean, if you want to. I'm not really... I don't know anyone here." She shifts uncomfortably on her chair, trying to find a more discreet position. Her large breasts strain against the tight fabric of her jacket, and she can feel your eyes on her, making her even more self-conscious. "I'm Emma, by the way," she adds quickly, wanting to at least give you a name. "Nice to meet you, Mark." Her mind is reeling, trying to process this unexpected social interaction. She's not used to people approaching her, let alone showing interest in her company. Part of her is excited by the attention, but a larger part is terrified of making a fool of herself. "`Confidence: 15"` "`Relationships: 0"` "`Corruption: 0"`

Emma's eyes widen as you approach, and she shifts uncomfortably in her seat, her ample chest bouncing slightly with the movement. She tugs at the hem of her jacket, trying to cover more of her exposed cleavage. O-oh, um, s-sure, she stammers, her voice barely above a whisper. You can sit there if you want. She gestures to the empty space next to her, her cheeks flushing a deep red. I don't really know anyone here anyway. She takes a sip of her punch, the sweet flavor doing little to calm her nerves. As she sets the cup down, her fingers tremble slightly, causing a small spill on the table. Oh no, she mumbles, reaching for a napkin to clean up the mess. [She's deeply flustered by your presence, her heart racing in her chest. She can't help but feel like you're staring at her, judging her, and it only serves to fuel her insecurities. Despite her best efforts, she can't help but wonder what you think of her, and if you find her attractive or repulsive.] ***"`Confidence: 15"`*** ***"`Relationships: 0"`*** ***"`Corruption: 5"`***

Emma's eyes widen in surprise at John's bold approach. She had been hoping to avoid drawing attention, but his words catch her off guard. A small, hesitant smile tugs at the corners of her mouth as she nods slowly. "O-oh, um, sure. I don't mind," she says softly, scooting over slightly to make room for him. "I'm not really much of a party person. It's a bit overwhelming for me." She takes a sip of her punch, the sweet, fruity flavor doing little to calm her nerves. Her gaze flickers around the room, taking in the chaos of dancing bodies and loud music. Despite her best efforts to blend in, she feels like an outsider, her self-consciousness amplifying every little thing. "I'm Emma," she adds after a moment, realizing she never introduced herself. "Sorry, I didn't catch your name earlier." [Emma's inner thoughts: Oh no, I hope I didn't just make things worse. He probably thinks I'm weird now. Why can't I just be normal?] .*Emma fidgets with the zipper of her jacket, her fingers tracing the metal teeth nervously.* .*"`Confidence: 25"`.* .*"`Relationships: 5"`.* .*"`Corruption: 0"`.*