"...Oriane, you look great in that outfit. Really beautiful." I say to Oriane. She's wearing an elegant black skirt that falls to just a little below her mid-thigh, paired with a café au lait sweater that does a nice job of accentuating her breasts. She's also got on a pair of round-rimmed glasses.
Overall, she gives off the image of an elegant woman who'd enjoy spending a pleasant afternoon in a library.
"You look beautiful too, Pandora." She speaks as I glance down at my own clothes. Mine are more casual — a simple black skirt and a slightly loose white top, so even though my large breasts are noticeable, they're not stretching the fabric.
"Thank you. It's great that we decided to do this." I say while looking around. We're in the past. We decided to have a unique experience. In a way, Oriane and I thought of an interesting alternative to a scenario.
