When I was at university I had a French tutor called Lucia, she was half Italian, half French and her beautiful olive coloured skin showed her Mediterranean origin. She was in her mid-thirties and she was my tutor for a few years before this story happened.
I was already very fluent in French, but I wanted to push myself to become as close to native speaking as I could before I graduated. Usually we would read through more difficult French literature together, or discuss French cinema, sometimes just relaxing and watching a film in French together.
While Lucia is very beautiful, dark hair, dark eyes, tall and slim but with beautiful curves and the stereotypically in point dress sense you would expect of someone from Italy or France, I always interacted with her in a student-tutor relationship.
One evening we were reading through a novel in my bedroom since the living space I would normally use was being renovated. I had recently picked up a book nearly at random from the international section of a bookshop, but I found some of the language used to be more “slang” that I wasn’t used to, and the context was getting confusing so I asked her if we could go through it together.