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Viera was a young lady who sported eyes the same color as her hair; green. Her figure, although short, remained endowed enough for Tristan to notice.

Sporting a crop blue jacket and black inner Tristan could not but sense class, her slightly short blue pleated plaid skirt and long legging gave way for a bit of skin to be revealed. He felt the attraction to look, which he did, but only for a slight second.

Her entire figure seemed to glow, and Tristan found it very strange. She also smelled nice, which was the first detail he had noticed when they bumped into each other.

"Nice to meet you… eight class," she joked, but her words had a different effect on him. In less than a minute of their encounter, he already wished to leave.

Viera was pretty, Too pretty for his comfort. Her entire figure appealed to him in a way he found uncomfortable. How had he not noticed her much earlier?

"You're seventh class?" He asked, guessing. He guessed right.