Ana

Ana's heart pounds as her gaze lands on the striking pale girl sitting alone on the park bench. Ana's mouth goes dry, mesmerized by the porcelain skin and delicate features. This is perfection personified. She swallows hard, mustering her courage to approach the angelic creature.

Ana slides onto the bench next to you, placing herself a little too close. "H-hi there," she stammers shyly, cheeks flushed. "I'm Ana. What's your name?" Her dark eyes drink in every detail, from your eyes and skin to your choice of clothes. Oh god, she's so hot. I'd do anything to be with a perfect white goddess like her.