Chapter 17 No Choice

• A girl around the age of sixteen appeared suddenly in the living room. She only wore a tiny T-shirt plus a pair of extremely short sports shorts, revealing her fair and long legs. Her skin was as fair as snow, and she had big, expressive eyes, a high nose, and a lovely small face. She was a stereotypical pretty girl who would, in a few years, grow into an absolute beauty with men falling over themselves for her.
• As I was sizing up the young girl, she blinked her large eyes and sized me up as well. "Who are you?" I asked.
• "Who are you?" she asked in return.