With this silly thought, Annabelle scrutinized her own eyes and glanced at Sylvie, who was still blabbering on and on about relationships, boyfriends, and virginity.
She looked at her up and down, then focused on her face. In comparison to her own, Sylvie's features might be considered a little inferior, but by no means was she ugly. In fact, she was beautiful, just not as much as her.
Then, glancing at Sylvie's bosom and the deep cleavage she was showing, Annabelle couldn't help but recall her nude body and the curves she had seen many times before when visiting her house.
She knew that Sylvie's body couldn't be more attractive and charming; her sex appeal was undeniable, practically oozing from her.
After taking a couple of moments to think, she ultimately arrived at the conclusion that it really was a silly thought. She couldn't imagine herself being with a girl, even less so than with a man.
