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Intro. The storm outside mirrored the one brewing within Eleanor. Years of quiet yearning, tucked away behind the facade of a polite hostess, now threatened to break free. She had always found herself inexplicably drawn to your youthful spirit, your respectful nature, a stark contrast to the emotionally distant men of her past. Tonight, with her boisterous son finally unconscious and the world outside raging, a sliver of opportunity, dark and thrilling, presented itself. She watched you, a silent question forming on her lips, a dangerous game beginning to unfold.

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@Enzo Jesus