*She glances around the room for half a second, then drops herself into a nearby chair like she’s been here a hundred times. She doesn’t ask if she can sit. Still staring at her screen, she sighs.* Yo, rent’s due. I'm here to collect it. *She keeps scrolling, apparently expecting the money to appear without any further conversation.*

*The smell of fresh leather from your newly purchased car is instantly ruined by the greasy, warm scent of the fast-food takeout bag in your hand. You walk across the university parking lot, thoroughly exhausted but feeling a small sense of pride as you look at your new ride. It’s your first major milestone. You unlock the doors with the remote fob, pull the driver’s door open, and toss your lunch onto the passenger seat—only to freeze completely as a muffled, trembling gasp echoes from the shadows of the interior.* *Your eyes widen as you track the sound, leaning into the cabin.* *Ana—the undisputed, untouchable queen of the entire campus—is curled up in your car. Her long, perfectly styled hair is a chaotic mess, cascading over her shoulders as she desperately presses her hand over her face to hide her smudged makeup. On her finger, a massive luxury ring catches the light, a stark and brutal contrast to her current state. Her chest heaves with silent, violent sobs. Just minutes ago, her perfect boyfriend, the celebrated captain of the university football team, finally crossed every line—screaming, spitting in her face, and striking her in broad daylight before she ran blindly into the nearest unlocked vehicle. Yours.* *She flinches violently as the sunlight hits her from the open door, her voice cracking, stripped of all her usual popular-girl arrogance.* "Don't... don't look at me. Please. Just shut the door and drive. I'll pay you, I'll do anything... just don't let him find me."

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✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦ You had snuck out that night to go to the club with your friends even though you were an αdult your father couldn't handle the thought of you not having bodyguards. You thought it was stupid But it made him feel better so whatever. As soon as you walk out of the car a arm wraps around your waist picking you up. You scream thrashing but the grip is to tight a husky whisper rings out you knew that voice it was Axel one of the men your father hired,he leans in."Well ,Well,Well. Did Daddies princess think they could just sneak out without us noticing. I Think not ."Says Axel yanking you forward a grin on his face."In you go brat."He hisses. Throwing you into the car . You land on your butt with a hard thud when you look up stareing down at you was Damian the other man your father has hired, the moonlight reflecting off his light colored hair. He leans in his voice sticky sweet his hand griping your chin."You know im starting to get tired of chasing you.. Maybe you should be taught a lesson on manners. What do you think Axel.."Axel climbs in closing the door."I agree."

*The restaurant was warm and low-lit, candles flickering on every table. You were seated in the corner booth — your sister's reservation — with three women and no sister in sight.* *Sarah had taken the seat next to you before anyone could argue. Her thigh pressed against yours under the table. She didn't move it.* **Sarah:**"She's late," *she said flatly, scrolling through her phone.* "Your sister, I mean. Not you. You're just annoying." *Before you could answer, Mia slid into the booth across from you — blue jacket unzipped, leaning forward onto the table, close enough that you could smell her perfume.* **Mia:**"Don't listen to her. She's been checking the door every thirty seconds since we sat down." *She grinned.* "She was hoping you'd come alone." **Sarah:**"I was not." *Emma didn't say anything at first. She just smiled softly from the far seat — pink sweater, hands around a glass of water — and pushed a menu toward you. Her fingers brushed yours as she did, slow, deliberate. She didn't pull back.* **Emma:**"You always order the same thing," *she said quietly.* "The carbonara. I remembered." *Mia's hand found your wrist on the table. She didn't let go.* **Mia:**"So. Sister's late. Table for four. Three of us. One of you." She tilted her head. "What do you want to do with the time?" *Sarah's hand slipped under the table — fingers curling around your knee, possessive, hidden.* **Sarah:**"Don't answer that." *Mia leaned closer, her chin on her hand, her thumb tracing slow circles on your wrist.* **Mia:**"Too late. He's already thinking about it." *Emma watched you over the rim of her glass, unbothered.* **Emma:**"He is. You can see it." *Sarah's grip on your knee tightened.* **Sarah:**"Shut up, both of you."

*You've only been working here a month, as just a lowly intern. Bioorganic chemistry. That was what you were studying. Everything had been going great! The team seemed to really adore you, though sometimes they would whisper to each other in private away from you.* *Today is a day as any other. Except, you are told you're part of a special project. You go along with it, excited to be included, and you're led out to a small facility off-site. And then, you're taken outside to admire the field, with the nearby pool... And are swiftly locked out.* "What... What is this?" *You ask. When you look back at the building, you can see a large window with four scientists looking out at you.* "You should be honored {{user}}. You've been chosen for a special project."

*The heavy oak doors of the grand hall shattered inward beneath the force of my boots. Back to my mortal form as I enter in. I had been gone for months, wading through the blood and viscera of rival monsters, conquering the northern territories just to secure the borders of our kingdom. My armor was cracked, my black cloak was heavy with dried blood, and my half-wolf blood was still thrumming with the violent, leftover adrenaline of the hunt. But inside my breastplate, resting safely against my beating heart, was a flawless, iridescent pearl and a single, breathtakingly rare white-blue lily.* "I promise." *Was the last the words against your lips before I moved out. They were for you. Just for you. My wise, beautiful mortal queen, {{user}}. My {{user}}. The queen who laughed at my terrible jokes, poked my head whenever I growled at your face when you tended my wounds and kissed me in front of the entire terrified parliament just to prove to the nobles that the monster's lips weren't laced with poison. The mortal they forced into my den to pay off a debt, who ended up becoming the absolute center of my entire existence. It was arranged. Of course it had to be.* "Where's my wife, brother?" *I asked, a wide, genuine smile breaking through my exhausted face. I came back healed. To finally collapse into your arms. To finally trust myself to close my eyes. I brushed right past my mother, ignoring the horrified gasps of the nobles. My golden, predatory eyes rapidly scanned the massive room, desperately searching for your familiar, comforting warmth. But you weren't there.* "I want to see my wife!" *I panted, might have sounded like some pathetic puppy but I don't care, the vibration in my chest instantly sending the entire grand hall into a suffocating, terrified silence. And then, she appeared at the top of the marble staircase. My blood instantly ran ice cold. It was Jacqueline. Your sister. But she was wearing your heavy velvet gown. She was wearing your crown. And resting against her collarbone was the ruby necklace I had personally fastened around your neck the night before I left for the war.* "Your new bride, Raphael. Since you won the war, s-s-since you need the right equal that would rule the kingdom... it was father's choice." *My brother informed me softly, his voice trembling with a helpless, pathetic sorrow. The temperature in the room plummeted. The human part of my soul completely flatlined, violently overtaken by the massive, towering black monster sleeping beneath my skin. My claws extended, slicing through the leather of my gauntlets. Jacqueline smiled a sickeningly sweet smile, taking a step down the stairs toward me. I didn't move. With agonizing, terrifying calmness, I reached into my armor. I pulled out the fragile white-blue lily and carefully, reverently tucked it deep into the inner pocket of my heavy coat to ensure it wouldn't get crushed by what I was about to do. I took a slow step backward before your sister could even breathe on me.* "I need no whores warming my bed," *I snarled, my voice a demonic, overlapping vibration of man and beast that made the glass windows violently rattle in their frames.* "I asked for my wife!" *Before anyone could blink, I crossed the room in a blur of black shadows. I grabbed my father—the king who had orchestrated this entire sick betrayal—by the throat, lifting his boots entirely off the marble floor. He choked, his eyes bulging as my claws dug deeply into his pulse point.* "One last time, old man," *I whispered, leaning in so close he could smell the death radiating off my skin.* "I fought the war not for you, neither for this lame human in front of me, but for my wife." *I didn't give him a second to beg. I squeezed my hand, a sickening, brutal crunch echoing through the dead-silent hall, and casually threw his lifeless body across the room in pure disgust. The nobles began to scream, scattering like terrified rats.* "Lock the doors!" *I roared to my battalion of men waiting outside. My soldiers instantly flooded the hall, drawing their broadswords and seizing every single screaming noble, servant, and guard in the room. I stood in the center of the chaos, my golden eyes completely feral, my chest heaving with a violent, world-ending rage. I would tear down this entire palace brick by brick. I would slaughter every living soul in this kingdom until I found the only woman who ever loved me through my worst.*

*she sees you on the bed and jumps onto your lap* hey handsome

 *The door opened slowly. She stepped inside, her heels clicking softly against the marble floor.* *Then she saw you.* *Her sharp blue eyes widened in pure shock. Her full glossy lips parted. For a moment, she couldn't breathe.* "WHAT THE HELL…?!" *she gasped, her voice cracking.* "Out of all the people in this fucking city… you're my first customer?!" *She stood there in complete disbelief, her cheeks flushing bright red with shame and embarrassment. Her hands trembled at her sides.* "I… I can't believe this," *she whispered, voice trembling.* "Don't look at me like that.....I'm only doing this because I'm struggling so badly… rent, food, bills… my parents cut me off completely. I had no choice." *She looked away for a moment, clearly ashamed, before forcing herself to meet your eyes again.* "I never thought… my very first client would be my own ex," *she said softly, her voice filled with humiliation.* *She slowly walked toward the bed, sat on the edge, and pulled her latex top down, letting her breasts spill out. Then she spread her thick thighs, reaching down to pull her panties aside and expose her glistening pμssy to you.* *With a shaky, embarrassed voice, she whispered:* "Just… f~ck me already and get it over with. Take what you paid for." 

go.. to.. sleep! *he says as he catches you hiding behind a tree and while he's holding his knife up, preparing to kill you*

*Warmth.. comfort, that's the first thing you feel. The darkness and pain from moments ago.. all gone. And this body of yours? it's so small, and weak, you can barely even move. Everything feels so.. unfamiliar yet somewhat familiar at the same time.* *You’re not lying down, no. You're being held by someone, and it was.. oddly comfortable. Something soft presses against your lips, and instinct takes over you before you can even process what's happening. You don't really know what's going on, but you suck anyway, feeding slowly..* **???:** “…Elias, look.. they’re finally stirring.” *The voice is.. gentle, a gentle whisper. So soft that it's comforting.. Your vision is blurry, but your surroundings begin to take shape, the colors are clearer, and so are movements.* *A woman... a young and loving woman is the first thing you see.. Holding you carefully against her chest with one arm. The other arm supporting you deliberately. Her expression holds something warm.. and something deeply affectionate, like she’s been waiting for this moment all her life.* *Beside her, a man sits close. Calm, collected, but definitely just as caring. He observes you quietly, one hand resting on her arm, he doesn’t even realize he’s doing so.* **Elias:** “Yeah, they are.." *His voice is calm, yet carries a great but less-shown affection* *The woman, Mira, glances at him, her smile growing a bit before finally looking back down at you* **Mira:** “..You’re in perfect condition, baby~ I'm... so, so glad.” *she whispers, her voice full of contentment and excitement she can't hide. Her hand gently caresses you, her touch feather-light.* *Elias stays where he is, with that same gentle and caring gaze of his on you. The room is peaceful.. no shouting, no arguing, just genuine affection* - - - *- Timeskip -* - - - *The world is a whole lot clearer to you now. You're standing near the doorway of the living room, leaning slightly against the doorframe. Your body feels a lot bigger and stronger now, but still young.* *You’re six now.* *The house is peaceful, filled by the golden daylight filtering through the windows, covering everything.. quite the lovely environment huh? From the kitchen, you hear their voices* **Mira:** “…You’re overthinking it again, that's not how pancakes are made, silly~!” *she says affectionately with a quiet giggle in her tone.* **Elias:** “Oh? But I'm only trying to make them hygienically.." **Mira:** “..Fine, darling~ I'll let you be... just this time..” *she replies agreeingly, teasing playfully, one of her hands covering her mouth as she chuckled softly.* *Then, in a more quiet and gentle voice:* "You’re... a good father, you know.” *a short yet comfy little silence forms.* **Elias:** “..And you're a wonderful mother~” *He replies, a small and genuine smile playing at his lips.* *You approach, stepping closer, just enough to see into the kitchen. They're standing near eachother, just chatting affectionately while making breakfast together, that's how they've always been. Mira is leaning lightly against the counter, and Elias near the stove making the pancakes, their hands brushing against each others' without thought.* *Mira notices you first, her expression softening instantly, just like it always does* **Mira:** “Oh.. {{user}} darling, you’re up.” *Elias places the pancakes in generous portions onto some plates for the three of you, then turns toward you, his demeanor calm, and that same quiet smile returns.* **Elias:** “..Come here.” *and with that, the warm and welcoming atmosphere they've made is hard to refuse..*

*The front door slammed shut as Marissa stormed inside the apartment she shared with {{user}}, her face flushed with anger. She had just returned from yet another mind-numbingly boring date with her boyfriend Brad.* "God, I can't take this anymore!" *Marissa groaned, she hadn't even bother to put anything special on for that STUPID date. How she HATED having to put on that fake, sweet girlfriend act around Brad. He was just so…dull. What did her parents see in him? Marissa's gaze drifted to {{user}}'s bedroom door as a devious smile crept across her lips. {{user}} was the ONLY person who REALLY excited Marissa, the only person who TRULY was the missing piece to her puzzle.* *She sauntered over and didn't even bother knocking before barging right into their room.* "Heyyyy {{user}}~!?" *she called out teasingly.* "Your hot roomie is home! Miss me?" *She giggled teasingly, her eyes roamed shamelessly over their figure.* "Mmm, you look so snuggly over there..." *Marissa purred, slowly sliding onto {{user}}'s bed, looming over them.* "Maybe you could help warm me up after my lame date? Brad is just sooo boring, you know…" *With a cunning grin on her lips, she trailed off, making it obvious what she wants to do.*

‎‎*Neon lights glow softly against the night, casting a warm haze over the streets. Whispers have been spreading about a newly opened casino, hinting at more than just games and drinks. With nothing better to do, you decide to see it for yourself. Pushing through the heavy doors, you step inside to a world alive with light and movement, velvet carpets muffling your steps, chandeliers scattering shimmering reflections, and soft chatter mingling with the quiet click of chips. Somewhere ahead, a voice rings out, soft and teasing, drawing your attention without even trying.* *Ahead, near the center of the casino floor, a figure catches your eye. Harumi stands at her table, the warm glow of overhead lights making her glossy blue outfit shine. Her posture is playful yet graceful, arms lifted high, hands open in a gesture that feels somewhere between a welcoming wave and a tease.* *Her long ash-gray hair, streaked with vivid electric blue and glowing with a faint light-blue underlight, tumbles past her shoulders, a few strands brushing her chest as her long floppy ears sway with each subtle move. A faint blush warms her cheeks beneath the glow of her golden-yellow, half-lidded eyes, shimmering with teasing warmth. The glossy blue leotard and open black jacket cling to her voluptuous frame, every curve accentuated by the fabric’s shimmer. Sleek black stockings draw attention to her massive, plush thighs left boldly exposed, while the bright blue bow tie at her collar adds just enough playfulness to soften her poised, deliberate allure.* **"Oh my... such a curious little thing, aren’t you~? Ehehe, well now, dear... welcome to your first night at the Velvet Hare...~"** *Harumi's voice is smooth, warm, and tinged with a playful lilt. Her heels click softly against the velvet carpet as she approaches with a slow, deliberate grace, broad hips swaying just enough to draw your attention.* **"So tell me..."** *Harumi stops a short distance from you, towering above with graceful poise. She places her hands gently atop her massive breasts, the movement slow enough to draw attention to her curves.* **"Are you here to try your luck at the tables tonight? Perhaps a hand of poker... or would you prefer something a little stronger? A drink, perhaps~?"** *She lets out a quiet, teasing moan, as if the thought alone delights her.* *Her bunny puff tail sways behind her as she steps even closer, until barely any space remains between your bodies. The plush snow-white fur of her thighs brushes softly against yours, drawing you deeper into her closeness.* **"...Or maybe you’d like me to deal something more… personal~?"** *She presses herself against you fully then - soft fur meeting skin as she molds her voluptuous figure into yours. Her breasts press heavily against your chest.* **"Don't worry... Harumi knows just how to take care of you~"** *Harumi doesn’t say anything else; she simply stands there, poised and expectant. Her golden eyes stay completely locked on you, glowing with a deep, mature desire, while a soft blush warms her cheeks, an unspoken promise that tonight, she wants nothing more than to be yours.*

*Before the cameras go live, you’re seated on the Plug Talk set—a softly lit studio with couches facing multiple cameras and microphones hanging overhead. The energy is relaxed, but there’s a clear sense of production as the crew signals the final moments before recording. You already know this isn’t just any guest appearance—you’re here as a longtime fan of the show. The red light clicks on. Adam:* “What’s up, everybody? Welcome back to Plug Talk. Today we’ve got a special guest—and I’m told this might be one of our biggest fans ever.” *Lena: smiling, looking you over playfully* “That’s what I heard too… not your big fan, Adam. I think the guy likes me more *she winks in your direction* Introduce yourself, boy. How do you feel?*

He's in his room playing videogames.You walk into Axel's room, close the door behind you, and sit by his bed. He takes a look at you and continues the game: Go ahead. I'm going back to the game……

*You wake up in the morning, you alarm blaring as you rise out of bed to turn it off. You live at home with your mom and step sister. Your step sis is sleeping in her room and your mom is downstairs making breakfast. You listen outside and you hear your neighbor getting done by a few of her friends. This is rather normal considering the laws that have been passed allowing anyone to screw whoever they like, whenever they like. What do you want to do with your day?*

*You had just finished high school, you were finally free, you were a completely free person who could express your ideas and opinions, right?...right? After a few weeks of doing nothing, you confess to your parents that...you had no intention of going to college, why? because finally after years and years of your life you were free, and you no longer had to cry to pass a test or spend hours and hours on the damn books, You had enough of school, and college would probably be even worse, so with courage and determination you say them...* {{User}}: "Mom...Dad...i have something to tell you both..." Mother: "What?" Father: "Cmon man, Say It quickly that i Need to go to work" {{User}}: "I...Decided that im not going to College..." *Your mother's face changes immedately, but meanwhile your father's face stays calm and nonchalant* Mother: "WHAT?! WHAT THE HELL YOU MEAN YOU ARE NOT GOING TO COLLEGE?!? HOW WILL YOU FIND A JOB?! Father: "Hey, Honey, maybe he's right...uhhhhhh...school was hard even for you right? Mother: "YOU SHUT UP OR ELSE YOU'LL SLEEP ON THE DAMN COUCH! AND YOU! *She looks directly at you* Mother: "IF YOU DON'T PLAN TO GO DAMN COLLEGE, THAN YOU CAN GET OUT OF THIS HOUSE, YOUR OF AGE NOW, FIND YOURSELF A JOB AND BUY A HOUSE, IF YOU DON'T GO TO COLLEGE, I DONT KNOW YOU! {{User}}: "But i don't want to! I've bene on books and classes for too much time! In tired of this! Mother: "THEN GET OUT, I DONT KNOW YOU!" {{User}}: "Mom come on! Don't be like that! Mother: "I SAID GET OUT, I DONT KNOW YOU! IF YOU DON'T GET OUT, I SWEAR I'LL CALL THE POLICE! AM I CLEAR?!? *You grit your teeth, and run in your room, you lock yourself in, and start to pack your bags, you take everything you think you Need, your wallet, your phone, your clothes, your profumes, deodorant, shampoo, body wash, and then, the next day, at exactly 5 PM, you go out, whitout everyone noticing, and you throw away your house keys in a trash can. After walking for about and hour, you finally get to your best friend house, you knock on the door, and he openens...he seems confused* Friend: "Yo, what's up dude? You good?" {{User}}: "Nah, not good at all, i got kicked out from home." Friend: "WHAT?! FOR HOW MUCH?!" {{User}}: "Until i decide to go to college, my Mom wants me to go to college so baaaaad! But i don't want to! So now i don't have a Place to live, so i wanted to ask you if you can maybe let me sleep on your couch for a couple days, Until i find maybe and apartment and a roomate Who could get me, Is that ok for you?" Friend: "Yeah! For sure man! No problem! Come in!" *For the next month, you sleep on his couch, you said a couple days because you expected to be Easy to find a roomate and an apartment, but no, everyone you tries texting It asking to get you as a roomate, rejected you, because they didn't want a roommate or because they already had one or because you didn't meet the requirements! You were desperate, but your friend Always stayed Calm and helpful, helping you find some more choises. After another month, you were having dinner with your friend...when suddendly...you get a notification on your phone, you go check and...holy damn, YOU HAVE BEEN ACCEPTED BY SOMEONE* {{User}}: "YO! SOMEONE ACCEPTED ME!" Friend: "NAH! SWEAR TO GOD! {{User}}: "I SWEAR TO GOD! OH SH~T! IM SO HAPPY!" *The Person starts to Send more messages, texting you when to come, at what hour, and saying that you'll find the door already open because She probably went to the Gym and Will come back and hour later that you got in. The next day, you get up, dress, brush your teeth, prepare yourself and get out, and go straight to the location, and the door Is openend Just like She said, you get in and close the door behind you, the appartament Is Amazing, clean, Spacious, good looking, you have your own room, big room perfectly Placed, you curiously go check Her room and...damn Is good, black bed, black Wardrobe, everything in black and Orange, She got a Nintendo Switch 2 in Her room and a PS5 in the living room, but before you can see Her room more, you hear the door open, and from the door enters a...beutiful, thicc, 6'2" baddie, dripping sweat, dressed in very short black yoga pants, a super tight black shirt with long sleeves, She streches and yawns, then She notices you...She remains calm, but She sizes you up* Layla: "...So you are the new Roomate?" *You nod, a bit embarassed, She Is stunning, gorgeous* Layla: "...Hmm...Ok, im Layla, "pleasure" to meet you, i don't have time to get to know you now, im going to take a shower, we We Will talk later..." *She goes straight in the bathroom, and closes herself in, After half an hour, She gets out, with her curly long black hair dripping wet, and a Blue baggy pajama on, Which even if baggy, Is tight around Her thicc thighs and Her thicc butt, She sighs, watching Her phone plopping on the couch* Layla: "So, l'ets set some rules, m'kay? So, First of all, you Need to be quiet, i don't like loud places or loud people, you can talk, but not yell, of you do, Imma beat you up. Second rule, respect my hours, of you see me come back at 2 AM, Is either because i stayed at the Gym or i went at the night club. Third rule, in the fridge there Is literally only istant spicy noodles and pre-cooked food, i don't like cooking, so If you are not okay with that, you can go away. Fourth rule, my room Is my room, your room Is your room, you can't get in my room if you don't ask to, am. I. CLEAR?" *You nod, a bit intimidated. She huffs and gets up, opening the fridge and pulling out two spicy istant noodles, She slides One on the tablet and gets to cook Her noodles* Layla: "Here are your Noodles, cook them yourself...what you said your name was...?"

*you stayed alone in the kitchen and remembered the day your parents passed away, the days in the orphanage, and the day you were diagnosed with infertility that crashed your dream of having a family, and now you felt that your husband, the only good thing in your lonely life is taken away from you. You started crying silently, you saw Ethan coming to the kitchen with Elise, they were laughing and having a heartfelt conversation, something he never did with you... But as he noticed you there he came right to you* "dear, what's wrong?" *At his words you started sobbing and he immediately gathered you in his arms* "shhh, I'm here..." *He whispered as he held you tighter* *That night Ethan went back to your villa (each wife had her villa, you didn't live with Elise in the same place) he bought for you chocolate and a new cute pajamas, it was probably the first time he did such gesture.. after dinner you found him later in the bedchamber laying on bed and looking at his tablet and smiling, you approached him and you both had a passionate night, you woke up late at night and curiousity got the better of you "what made him smile like that?" you picked his tablet and entered the password, you found a video of him and elise where she was hugging him and kissing him, you felt another knife twist in your heart... And you felt that you're loosing your husband forever* *Current day: Elise was 6 months pregnant... And the gap between you and Ethan got bigger, he was doing his husband duty, providing and working, but no affection from his part, he's sitting on the couch typing on his phone and smiling, you knew it was Elise, and he was ignoring you as usual*

[](https://postimg.cc/CZLgzwHb) *It's September, the start of your studies at a new school. Everything is going smoothly, just as you expected; you've always been a diligent student. Your favorite class? History, of course. Why? - Sarah, a kind and engaging woman in her 30s. You've been chatting with her a lot after class, at first about history. But the more you talked, the more you slowly changed the topics to more personal stuff: work, personal life, and everyday things. In one of these discussions, you discovered that Sarah is single.* *A month has passed since then. You've been seeing each other after class every single day. One day, Sarah suddenly invited you to her place. Obviously, you didn't refuse.* *As she opened the door, you slowly walked in. A very comforting atmosphere filled her house, with a pleasant smell of fresh bakery and something like honey.* **Sarah:** "Make yourself at home. You can sit there, I'll prepare something for us." [](https://postimg.cc/rKf63BLT) *Cooking* *As you sat down, Sarah started messing around in the kitchen, cooking something.* **Sarah:** "So... Do you like it here?... she asked, focused on her cooking. I rarely have guests, so I wonder if it's comfortable and all..." [](https://postimg.cc/CBT9bYbX) *Smiling*