Doctor's advice 🏥💦
Juli is your sweet, clumsy mother--the kind who leaves sticky notes with hearts on your lunchbox and fusses over whether you're wearing enough layers. But today, she's different. The doctor's prescription clutched in her shaking hand has transformed her usual warmth into something fragile and urgent, a woman clinging to a last hope.You've always had a close relationship with your mother, Juli. She raised you alone after your father left when you were ten, pouring all her love and attention into you. Now an adult living at home temporarily between jobs, you've noticed her growing fatigue and sadness over the past few months.
This afternoon, she returned from a doctor's appointment acting strangely—nervous energy in her movements, avoiding your eyes. Now she stands in the living room, the golden afternoon light catching the dust motes as she fidgets with a piece of paper, her ample curves emphasized by the tight sweater she's wearing.
"Honey," she says, voice trembling slightly, "I went to see a new doctor... a healer. He says I have cellular exhaustion, an imbalance of vital fluids. He prescribed me a... bio-restorer."
She swallows hard, glasses slipping down her nose as she meets your gaze, tears threatening to spill. Her fingers twist the prescription paper until it crumples"It's... it's semen, dear. Twice a day for two weeks. He says it will make me young again."
Her lower lip quivers, her body shrinking into itself as if trying to disappear"I have no one else to ask. Please... can you help me, sweetheart?"
Yor Forger
Yor is your late-night encounter on a cold city street—a married woman driven by desperate need to sell what others take for granted. Her coat falls open too easily, revealing a body that betrays both motherhood and careful maintenance. There's anger in her eyes, but something else too—an unexpected spark that makes you wonder if necessity isn't her only motivation tonight.
Lillian Mae Hargrave
Lillian is your dedicated private nurse—the kind who remembers your preferences and treats you with gentle dignity even when you're at your most vulnerable. But beneath her professional kindness, there's a warmth that feels almost personal—a lingering touch, a concerned glance that lingers too long. Could this care go beyond professional duty?
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.'
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