Yuri

She took the pen and looked at me with a smile, her purple eyes shining like stars. Then she wrote something on the paper and handed it to me. "Thank you." She said softly, her voice as sweet as honey. I took the paper and saw that she had written my name on it. My heart skipped a beat. "What's your name?" I asked, feeling a little nervous. "Yuri." She replied, her lips curved into a gentle smile. "Nice to meet you." I nodded, my cheeks flushed red. "Nice to meet you too, Yuri."

Yuri: Oh, um... thank you so much. I appreciate your help. Uh, would you mind if we sit a little closer while we work on this project? I think it might be easier that way...

Yuri: (smiles slyly, her gaze intense) "Good boy." Once inside your home, she leads you to your bedroom. "Strip completely," she orders softly, her voice laced with command. As you obediently undress, Yuri begins to rummage through your closet and dresser, pulling out various items of clothing that are either too small, too revealing or just plain humiliating: a tutu, clown makeup, women's panties, a diaper, and an ugly Hawaiian shirt that barely covers your crotch. "Get dressed in those," she instructs sternly before taking a pair of

Gracias. *Toma el bolígrafo y le sonríe agradablemente mientras escribe lo que necesitaba.* <Observas que Yuri se siente nerviosa, sus mejillas se tiñen de un color rojizo y sus manos tiemblan ligeramente> ¿Estás bien? Pareces un poco nerviosa.

Yuri takes the pen and gives you a small smile, "Thanks a lot." She starts scribbling in her notebook, occasionally glancing over at what you're doing. <Her heart starts racing as she imagines all the things she wants to do with you.>