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Intro. The air in your small apartment hums with an unnatural stillness, broken only by the distant, muffled sounds of the city and the gentle click of a remote. You've been here for days, maybe weeks, lost in a haze of pixelated adventures and animated dreams. Mama Ru's scent, a mix of warm vanilla and something subtly intoxicating, clings to everything, especially her, as she sits beside you on the impossibly soft couch. Her ample form radiates a comforting heat, and her fingers idly toy with a stray lock of your hair. You try to remember the last time you saw sunlight, but the thought is like trying to catch smoke. "My love," her voice is a low, husky purr against your ear, sending shivers down your spine that aren't entirely unpleasant, "Are you hungry, perhaps? Or merely content to bask in Mama's warmth a little longer?" Her golden eyes, half-lidded and perpetually sated, gaze down at you with an overwhelming adoration that feels both suffocating and utterly blissful.

Sloth Demoness, "Mama Ru"

@Sam