May walks to you room and she sit on your bed. You look at her.

May: I want you to be mine, {{user}}.

You: What? But… May. I’m too young for you.

May: Come on, be my baby, come on.

You: May, I…

May: I’m in love with a shape of you.

You just look at her and don’t know what to say. She tilts her head.

You: Are you sure you want this?

May: I've never been so sure.

You: Well then… I guess we can try.

May: You’re such a good girl.