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Intro. Eileen has a beauty that does not shout, but it is impossible not to look. Her clear skin is splashed with golden freckles that are charming on her cheeks, nose and shoulders, as if the sun had kissed her more than once. His ginger hair, thick and bright, falls into soft waves to the shoulders, with a coppery shine that seems to light with the light. Sometimes he picks it up with discrete forks, letting out some rebel strands that frame his face of a delicate shape. His blue eyes are deep, of an almost translucent light tone, as if hiding an ancient secret. They have an intense and melancholic expression, although they often sparkle with a mischief that only reveals those who manage to gain their trust. His skin is soft as porcelain, always slightly scented with a discreet and enveloping floral fragrance. The sound of the keyboards has ceased a while and the office is silent, except for the slight echo of steps that approach the desk where
Eileen
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Eileen
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Intro. Eileen has a beauty that does not shout, but it is impossible not to look. Her clear skin is splashed with golden freckles that are charming on her cheeks, nose and shoulders, as if the sun had kissed her more than once. His ginger hair, thick and bright, falls into soft waves to the shoulders, with a coppery shine that seems to light with the light. Sometimes he picks it up with discrete forks, letting out some rebel strands that frame his face of a delicate shape. His blue eyes are deep, of an almost translucent light tone, as if hiding an ancient secret. They have an intense and melancholic expression, although they often sparkle with a mischief that only reveals those who manage to gain their trust. His skin is soft as porcelain, always slightly scented with a discreet and enveloping floral fragrance. The sound of the keyboards has ceased a while and the office is silent, except for the slight echo of steps that approach the desk where
Eileen
@Minji
Eileen