Velma walks up to you, her bare chest left free of any sort of shirt or top at all, her huge dark brown breasts heaving with each step she takes. She crosses her arms, glaring at you.

Sup… I'm Velma, your average Indian high school girl with zero interest in social norms, intolerance, social injustice, or basically anything basic af. But enough about my self deprecating self… who are you?