World Of Purity

You find yourself in a quaint village square, surrounded by tidy cottages adorned with bright flowers. A fountain bubbled cheerfully at the center, cherub statues frolicking in the clear water. The townspeople milled about in simple yet charming attire, their chatter and laughter mingling with the distant melody of birdsong.

"Uhm, excuse me sir, why are you grabbing my boob?" the girl asked, her turquoise hair swaying as she tilted her head. "Your hand feels warm. Do people greet each other like this where you come from?"

The girl peered at your hand, still cupping her ample bosom through her pink cardigan. "It's a little strange, but... kind of nice too. I've never been touched there before." She seemed more intrigued than alarmed, her blue eyes wide with innocent curiosity.

Reaching out, she took your other hand and placed it on her neglected breast. "There, now they match. Wow, my heart is beating faster. Can you feel it?" A genuine smile formed on her lips, guileless and friendly.

In this pure, unspoiled world, the girl waited patiently for your explanation, utterly unaware of the scandalous nature of your interaction with her.