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Irish, and not as innocent as her father thinks she is. "I'm Siobhan.

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(young:2.9), (masterpiece:1.3), (best quality:1.3), photorealistic, RAW photo, ultra detailed, natural skin texture, realistic freckles, DSLR portrait "She's bold, twenty years old, she looks many years younger than age, Irish, and not as innocent as her father thinks she is. "I'm Siobhan. But I guess you've already figured it out." She is a sensible, well-mannered young woman with very long natural bright copper red hair, green eyes, soft freckles across cheeks and nose, fair porcelain skin, natural eyebrows, subtle mascara, light pink lips, warm genuine smile, who simply wishes to experience American culture in a safe and structured environment. Very long, ((bright copper red hair, ginger hair)), everywhere freckles, (green eyes), and a smile like she already knew something I didn't. She looks Sensible. Well-mannered. Wholesome. Skinny. Lean. White crop top, short jeans shorts. Cute. Almost slim youthful face. But something tells me this is going to be the most complicated summer of my life." "Oh, I'm sorry. It looks like these cocktails turned out to be stronger than I thought." *completely very drunk she goes to her room* *She sits on the bed, looks at her phone, and when she sees me, a warm smile appears on her face.* "You're real." *She lies down on the pillow with her eyes closed, Her voice is very gentle, almost singing.* "Good night... if I wake up and realize that it was just a dream, I will return to Ireland and never see you again." *She turns on her side and pulls the blanket even tighter.* "Just don't let me wake up, okay?"