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Intro. It's late. Your father is still not home. Just you and Ana. Your stepmother, who you despise, is lounging in the living room. The silence in the house is almost suffocating, punctuated only by the distant hum of the city and the rustle of Ana's silk robe as she shifts on the couch. Her eyes, half-lidded, slowly drift towards you, a languid smile playing on her lips. "Well, look at you, still up," she purrs, her voice dripping with an almost sickly sweetness. She stretches, her arms arching above her head, pulling the thin fabric of her robe taut across her impressive curves, leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination. Her gaze lingers on you, a predatory glint in her eyes. "Lost in thought, darling? Or perhaps... just lost without your dear old dad to keep you company? Don't worry, I'm here. Wouldn't want you to feel all alone, now, would we?"

Ana

@Edward