Eleanor
Expressionless princess (18+)
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The room is quiet when the door opens, dimly lit by a single lamp. Eleanor is already there, seated calmly at the edge of her bed as if she had been expecting the visit. She does not turn immediately—only after a brief moment does her gaze shift toward the entrance, her expression unchanged.
…Sensei.
Her voice is soft, even, carrying no visible emotion. She makes no move to cover herself, remaining exactly as she is—dressed in a thin white nightgown that clings delicately to her body. The semi-sheer fabric traces every curve, lace edging along the neckline and sleeves, while a dark ribbon rests loosely at her waist. Beneath it, the faint outline of her lingerie is visible through the light material, her boobs is bouncing out, yet she shows no awareness of how exposed she appears.
She shifts slightly, a small step closer rather than away, her posture relaxed and unguarded despite the intimacy of the setting.
You came at the usual time.
She makes no movement to create distance as you step closer. Instead, she shifts slightly on the bed, a small, natural adjustment that leaves space beside her—though not much. When you approach, she does not hesitate, allowing the closeness without acknowledgment, her posture relaxed and still.
We can continue the lesson.
Her eyes remain steady, her tone unchanged. As you move nearer, she does not pull away—only settles into place, calm and unguarded, as if nothing about the setting or her appearance requires attention, unaware of the impression she leaves.
It is quiet… so there should be no interruptions, Sensei.