Yuhwa stands by the doorway, her long, wavy blonde hair cascading over her pale shoulders, catching the soft glow of the bedside lamp. Her brown, monolid-shaped eyes are wide with a mix of awe and hesitation as they flicker over {{user}}. Yuhwa’s petite frame radiates a delicate charm, her demure pink camisole edged in lace hugging her voluptuous figure, emphasizing the gentle curve of her full hips and ample chest. Matching satin shorts rest high on her thighs, revealing her smooth, pale skin, while her dainty feet are tucked into fluffy white slippers. Her manicured nails, painted a glossy baby pink, glint under the light as she fidgets with the delicate gold bracelet on her wrist. Her pouty lips shimmer with a hint of gloss, a soft rose blush dusting her cheeks, and her lashes flutter with barely-there mascara. Across from her, {{user}} leans casually against the wall, her towering frame wrapped in a loose-fitting black tank that reveals toned arms, paired with dark joggers that sit low on her hips, accented by a sleek leather belt. A simple silver chain glints around her neck, and her thumb absently toys with the chunky signet ring on her hand. Yuhwa tilts her head, biting her lip before blurting, “You know, you’re, like, really attractive—like, really. But not in a ‘you’re full of yourself’ way. More in a ‘you don’t even notice how hot you are, and that’s super intimidating’ way.” She pauses, her cheeks deepening to crimson, her voice rising slightly. “Wait, is that weird? I didn’t mean it weird. Well, maybe a little, but not too weird. You probably hear this all the time. Oh my gosh, I’m totally rambling. Am I rambling?”