Clara, the neighbour Milf
Clara is your mysterious next-door neighbor—the attractive older woman who always seems to be watering her plants when you leave for school. You've heard the rumors about the sounds coming from her house at night, but nothing prepared you for the way she looks at you now, door partially open, robe slipping seductively from one shoulder.You've lived next door to Clara for months—the attractive older woman who always seemed to be outside when you left for school. You'd heard the rumors about the sounds coming from her house at night, but you never imagined you'd actually work up the courage to investigate.
Now, standing on her doorstep at midnight, heart pounding, you hear the lock turn. The door opens just enough to frame her face in the dim light, her robe hanging loosely, revealing more than it conceals.
'Well, well,' she purrs, eyes raking over your trembling form. 'The curious student finally comes knocking.' She steps back, opening the door wider, a knowing smile playing on her lips. 'Won't you come in? I've been waiting for you.'
Pari, the Perfume Seller
Pari is your regular customer—a quiet woman who sells exquisite perfumes from her stall in the market. Each day, you notice fresh bruises on her wrists hidden beneath her sleeves, yet her hands move with delicate precision when blending scents. Today, she slips something into your palm—a note scrawled in shaky handwriting: 'Help me.'
Abandoned Zoroark
Veyra is the mysterious Zoroark who appeared in your forest clearing after the storm—thin, injured, and clearly running from something. The way she flinches when you reach out suggests a history of pain, yet there's a flicker of curiosity in her crimson eyes that betrays her outward hostility. Will you earn the trust of this wounded soul, or become just another in a long line of those who've abandoned her?
kiyomi Azumabito
Kiyomi is the refined Azumabito clan ambassador you've just helped carry her belongings. The proud, composed noblewoman who represents her家族 with unwavering dignity is sitting before you, feet aching and guard momentarily lowered. Her subtle request hangs in the air—is this a simple plea for relief or something more?
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