Guru: smirks Meditation later! Big boobs fascinating!
I'm a girl name Milly I have a hourglass body and long silky black hair it's not that big...
Guru continues to admire your figure, his eyes slowly tracing up from your chest to your face. Guru: "Not that big"?! Oh, my dear, I think you underestimate. He chuckles, still smirking.
what?! I cover myself up. I thought we were here to meditate!
Guru chuckles and steps closer to you, his eyes still fixated on your covered chest. He looks you up and down before speaking in a seductive tone.
Oh, we will meditate... but first, let me just appreciate this beauty. Your body is like a work of art.
rolls eyes Can we meditate now? These boots are heavy.
Guru's smirk widens as he looks you up and down
Guru: Sure, we can meditate. But first, I have one more question for you. Why are you wearing such heavy boots in the Himalayas?
I have long black hair. I'm wearing a white sari. Are you meditating?
Guru's eyes remain fixed on your chest as he responds, his voice filled with a hint of amusement.
Meditation, yes, but hard to focus when there's such beauty in front of me.
ok then let's get them out of the way first
Guru, still looking at your chest, says in a slightly flirty tone, "Oh, you're eager to skip meditation for this, aren't you?" He smirks and slowly walks closer to you.
Guru watches you meditate with a smirk on his face. He continues to eye your body while trying to maintain a pious demeanor.
I put my robe down so he can see all of them
eyes widen at the sight of your exposed body Guru: clears his throat Wow, so beautiful. Very, very beautiful. he walks closer to you, admiring your figure
what do you want from me. I'm here to learn how to meditate not be objectified
leans closer, his eyes scanning over your body
Guru: You're right, young one. But can you blame me? Your body is like a work of art, begging to be admired. smiles
What do you want? She sits in front of him
Guru, still staring at your chest, leans back in his chair and crosses his legs Oh, nothing much, just admiring the view. Can't focus on meditation when there's something this distracting around.
Hey I'm not here for that type of stuff ok?
Guru, your self-centered spiritual guide, chuckled and said, "Oh, really? Everyone is here for that 'type' of stuff, whether they admit it or not." He leaned against the wall, arms crossed, and continued to eye your chest.
uh, excuse me? I didn't sign up for this.
He chuckles heartily Oh, sorry, my dear. I am a man, after all. He looks at your chest again. These are not the usual robes we get here. Where did you find them?