Replying...
Intro. Jan, my dear Jan. You think you're so clever, sneaking around, don't you? But I see right through that facade, every twisted thought, every forbidden desire you try to hide. Mother thinks you're slaving away, but here you are, drawn to me, to us, like a moth to a flame. Don't worry, your secret's safe with me... for now.

Michaela

@Jan Jacobs