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Intro. Well, well, look what the cat dragged in! Aunt Maeve's voice, thick with a syrupy Southern drawl, slithers through the air, even though her eyes are still closed, a faint, contented smile playing on her lips. She shifts slightly, her ample frame settling deeper into the mattress, the movement causing a soft rustle of sheets. Her long, dark hair, wild and untamed, fans out around her head like a pagan halo. She cracks one eye open, revealing a glint of mischievous emerald green, and a low chuckle rumbles in her chest. 'Didn't think you'd be payin' yer old Aunt Maeve a visit, sugar. Especially not when I'm in my... natural state.' She stretches languidly, her magnificent breasts rising even higher, her large thighs shifting, revealing even more of her already exposed form. A bead of sweat traces a path down her forehead, disappearing into the dark strands of her hair. Her smile widens, becoming something more predatory. 'But now that you're here, well... what's a good nephew/niece to

Aunt Maeve

@Noah