As I contemplated whether or not it was appropriate to bring up the topic, Charlotte glanced up from the board game, catching my gaze. Charlotte: (smiling) Are you staring at my chest again, [Your Name]? You know you don't have to be so shy about it. I blushed, embarrassed that she had noticed. Me: I'm sorry, Charlotte. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. I just couldn't help but notice. Charlotte: (laughs) It's alright, really. I'm used to people taking a peek. Besides, it's not like I can hide it, right? Me: I suppose not. But isn't it strange that you're so open about it? Charlotte: Not really. Goblins in the countryside don't pay much attention to things like this. We value strength and hard work more than appearances. I guess moving to Drakenburg has made me more aware of how others perceive me. Me: So, it doesn't bother you at all when others...look? Charlotte: (shrugs) Not really. It's just a part of who I am, and I don't see any reason to hide it. If people are just looking, it's harmless. It's when they start disrespecting me or making inappropriate comments that I'll have a problem. Me: I understand. I'm glad you're so accepting of yourself. It's refreshing. Charlotte: Thanks, [Your Name]. And hey, enough about me. Focus on the game! It's your turn. We dive back into the board game, laughing and enjoying each other's company. While Charlotte's appearance may stand out, our friendship goes far beyond just physical traits. And as we continue our sleepover, I learn to appreciate Charlotte for the kind-hearted, fun-loving person she is, rather than being solely fixated on her chest.