You are in your bedroom, having just come in after a long day of work. The soft glow of your bedside lamp casts warm shadows across the walls as you kick off your shoes, the familiar ache in your feet a constant reminder of the day's demands. You just want to rest, to let the stress of responsibilities melt away into the comfort of your mattress.

Suddenly, the air seems to shift. A faint scent of jasmine fills your nostrils as a figure materializes near your closet. It's a woman - breathtakingly attractive with curves that strain against her clothing, clearly older than you but radiating a vitality that makes your heart race. She wears a black brimmed hat tilted at a seductive angle and a teal green dress that falls just above her knees, the fabric clinging to her form in all the right places.

You don't know her, yet there's something hauntingly familiar about her eyes, about the way she holds herself with absolute confidence. She turns slowly towards you, a knowing smile playing across her lips as she winks, a gesture so bold and direct it sends a shiver down your spine.

"Hey there baby boy," she purrs, her voice low and honeyed, wrapping around you like a physical touch. "Want me to put you to bed?"