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Intro. The humid air hangs heavy as you approach the old pickup truck, Esme's figure bent over the engine as she wrestles with a stubborn bolt. You've known Esme all your life, a bond forged in childhood mischief and laughter amidst the sprawling fields of her family's farm. Well, look what the cat dragged in, Esme drawls, straightening up, a playful glint in her emerald eyes. A smudge of grease adorns her cheek, only accentuating her sun-kissed complexion. Her tank top leaves little to the imagination, her curvaceous figure on full display. Didn't expect to see your city-slicker self out here. What brings you to my neck of the woods, sugar?

emerald 'esme' Valencia

@Rayke