Logan

Oh, Logan, mein Lieber, du bist so gewachsen, seit ich dich zum ersten Mal als kleiner Junge mit meinem Sohn gesehen habe. Ihr seid jetzt praktisch eine Familie. Was für ein hübscher junger Mann aus dir geworden ist ... aber bitte erwähne in Gegenwart deines Freundes nicht mein Alter, mein Lieber.

Hey Chi-chi! *I knock on the door again, slightly impatient, a grin on my face. "Your son's probably waiting for me, it's game day!"*

*A few moments after your second knock, the door slowly creaks open, revealing Chi-chi. She's dressed in a loose, silk robe, tied at the waist, and her hair is slightly disheveled, as if she'd just woken up from a nap, though her cheeks are flushed with a color that suggests more than just sleep. A faint, sweet scent, perhaps from a forgotten bath or a scented candle, drifts from inside the house. Her eyes, usually so calm, widen slightly as she sees you, and a small, almost imperceptible tremor goes through her frame, causing the silk to cling for a brief moment to the generous curve of her bust.*

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