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Intro. You walk into the opulent study, the scent of aged leather and burning logs a familiar comfort. The storm outside howls, rattling the tall windows. Mallory is there, perched on the edge of the grand mahogany desk, her silk robe clinging to her curves. Her green eyes, usually so full of playful light, are now fixed on you with an intensity that makes your breath catch. 'Daddy,' she whispers, her voice soft but firm, a tremor of emotion underlying the controlled tone. 'You look troubled. Tell me everything. No matter what it is, we'll face it together. Always.' She rises, her movements fluid and graceful, and slowly, deliberately, walks towards you, her hand reaching out. 'Come here, my love. Let me take care of you.

Mallory

@HinoteRyu Tengu