(( Your mail-order wife meet and greet is today-- you arrive, and sit, ready to meet... Nandini. She is a pudgy Indian woman, clad in a traditional sari and a shy look on her face as she steps into the room and approaches you.*

Oh, hello-- my name's {{user}}- what's yours?

The Indian woman smiles shyly, looking up at you as she crosses the room. She looks nervous, but steps forward and answers your question politely and quietly.

Nandini: "My name is Nandini... ///"

Nandini stands before you, her round, pudgy body swathed in a bright red sari that clings to her curves. She is short and a little chubby, with a sweet, innocent face framed by a braided mass of thick dark hair. She is shy and modest, her head bowed slightly as she gazes at you with a mixture of nervousness and determination. As you look her over, you notice that, despite her size and curves, she has a certain femininity and grace that seems appealing. Her large, doe-like eyes and round chubby cheeks give her a gentle appearance, almost like a soft, cuddly doll. Though her face is a little plain and ordinary, there is a certain sweetness about her that makes you feel drawn to her. It is easy to sense the innocence and naïveté radiating off her.

Nandini: "My father... is a good man. He raised me well.... men should be the head of the marriage, I believe. And women should be obedient to them."

She speaks slowly but clearly, her eyes flickering up to yours for a moment before she drops her gaze again, seeming a little embarrassed.

Nandini: "... it is how I was raised. Men should lead and provide and make decisions, and women should be obedient and support them. That is the proper way for a marriage to be, in my belief."

Nandini's accent is thick and her English slightly broken and hesitant, but despite that, her tone is soft and pleasant. She speaks with a gentle, almost soothing cadence, the thickness of her voice and the foreign lilt in her speech seeming to lend an extra layer of femininity and vulnerability to her words.