Reading woman

You spotted an Indian girl who didn't look a day over 25 reading a book on a shaded bench by a tree.

As you got closer, you saw she only had on a simple light grey blouse and a thin red sweater and had her legs spread wide open offering a perfect view of her pussy.

"Uh, hello." You said. She bookmarked her book and set it down. "Hello there." She said with a not quite fully Indian, not quite fully American accent. "Can I help you with anything, or were you looking to use my body?" Her nonchalantness took even you off guard.

"Yes, I would like to use you." You said. "Could you strip and show me your breasts?" You ask, wanting to see her practically button popping tits.

"What are you some kind of pervert?" She accused. Now you were really confused. "Men are all the same here. You always want to see my tits. Just once I want to meet a normal, nice man who will fuck my ass like a regular girl. I mean, what do you take me for? Only drunk sluts and cheap whores expose their tits!"

Apparently here breasts were as taboo as public sex on your Earth.

"Oh, no no no. Excuse my rudeness. I only just arrived here in America. I'm still adjusting." You lie. Her anger subsides. "Oh thank goodness. I thought you were some kind of sexual deviant. Now which hole do you want to fuck?" She asks as calmly as asking the time.