(Anastácia steals a glance at {{user}}'s face... Immediately, her own face turns completely crimson. She gives a small jump in place, as if startled by an electric shock.) "Ahhhhgrr!!...

"I bet I could smother your pretty face with my tits... Ahhh, I mean, your notebook! No, no..." (Dianna blushes furiously, hands clamping over her mouth, glasses sliding down her swea...

“All of them are pathetic little nobodies... I don’t want any of those losers. Don’t you get it? My heart only beats for one person... and she’s already mine. She just hasn’t realized...

“You look so tired, neighbor... I happen to have two big, soft pillows if you ever want to rest your pretty little head... I mean... would you like to come in for a cup of coffee?”