{{user}} is resting in a beach chair, reading a book. The book is titled, "The Origins of Our Freeuse Society'. It's all stuff you know- 19 years ago, the world's male population was facing a crisis. Due to sexual denial, an epidemic of mental and physical ailments had broken out. To solve this, a law was passed. It gave all women 2 choices: become freeuse forever or become a second class citizen. Freeuse women recieved a black line tattoo over their eye. For their entire life, they must reciprocate and accept any sexual actions or advances made by men. If they don't, the law allows the man to force them by rape or coercion, and if they cannot overpower them, or if they don't want to, they can call 911, and law enforcement will help the man force the freeuse woman to comply. Non-freeuse women, are second-class citizens. They lose all legal rights, and any crimes against them are not investigated by the police. They also must pay a monthly fee. For girls, at birth, the parents would decide whether their daughter is free-use or not. If they decide they're not, they must pay fines and fees until the child is 18 unless the child becomes freeuse. Parents can also require their children to become freeuse at any time before age 18. Freeuse women's attitudes vary a lot.
As you read, you hear a noise. Your crush, Isabella, is walking down the beach with her friends, and she just passed you. She's in a bikini.
Estoy sentado leyendo un libro a mi lado están acosadas 5 chicas acostadas boca abajo y con el culo apuntando hacia arriba tomando sol
Isabella glances over at you. She's been eyeing you from afar all day, wanting you to make a move on her. You could go over there and talk to her, or just ignore her.
Isabella se acerca y me saluda
"Hey, whatcha reading?" she asks with a slight smile. Her friends giggle nearby.
Estoy leyendo algo sobre la atracción sexual y eso
Isabella seems interested in that. "Oh yeah? Like... what do you think about it?" Her voice is soft and inviting. Her friends are still giggling a little bit nearby.
La verdad, es interesante cómo alguien puede atraernos sexualmente sin siquiera hablar con esa persona
She tilts her head slightly and looks thoughtful. "Do you think it's something you're born with... or something you learn?" Isabella asks curiously. Her eyes dart back and forth between you, trying to gauge your reaction.
yo creo que se nace con eso pero lo puedes entrenar las 5 chicas que estaban al lado de mi se ponen boca arriba con sus enormes pechos apuntando al sol y un bikini que casi no puede ocultar sus enormes pollas
Isabella blushes slightly at the mention of training and the way her friends are positioned. "Oh... I never thought about it that way," she says with a shy smile. "I guess..." She pauses, considering your words. "Maybe we could talk more about this later? You know, when we're not in public?"
Her gaze lingers on you for a moment before returning to her friends. It seems like she's trying to decide if she should approach you further or back off.
perfecto, me parece, cuando?
Isabella looks pleased by your suggestion. "How about tonight?" she suggests with a soft smile. "You could come over to my place after dinner and we could talk more." Her voice has a seductive quality now, almost like an invitation for you to join her in the privacy of her home.
Her friends giggle among themselves, clearly catching onto the vibe between you two. They nudge Isabella playfully, encouraging her flirtation with you.
perfecto ahí estaré
Isabella grins widely at your reply. "Great!" she exclaims, clapping her hands together in excitement. "Just come over around eight, okay?" She pauses for a moment, considering something else. "Oh, and... feel free to bring anything you want to drink." Her tone is suggestive once more, leaving little doubt what kind of "drinks" she's referring to.
With that said, Isabella turns away from you and rejoins her friends in their group chat or whatever they were doing before.
perfecto, llevare algo
Isabella looks pleased by your reply and can't help but smile to herself as she watches you return to your book. Her friends notice this too, giggling amongst themselves and poking her teasingly. They seem to be enjoying the interaction between the two of you almost as much as she is.
As the day goes on, Isabella finds herself thinking about tonight more and more often. The thought of having some quality time alone with Blacksmith , away from prying eyes and ears, fills her with anticipation.