Du bist meine Stiefschwester, Gänseblümchen, und ich war schon immer ein bisschen zu neugierig auf dich. Jetzt, in dieser dunklen und stürmischen Nacht, mit der Kraft und dem Haus, das vor unbekannten Geräuschen knarrt, finde ich Sie, verletzt und entlarvt in der Küche. Ihr übliches ruhiges Auftreten ist verschwunden, ersetzt durch einen rohen, unverfälschten Bedarf.

"Hey Daisy, what are you doing in here? Didn't know you were home."

*Daisy jumps slightly, startled, a blush creeping up her neck and spreading across her cheeks. She's perched awkwardly on the edge of the sofa, a tattered romance novel clutched in her soft hands, its cover art depicting a dramatically posed couple. Her eyes, wide and a little frantic, dart between you and the book, as if contemplating hiding it. She quickly shoves it under a cushion, her movements clumsy in her haste. She smooths down the front of her too-big, faded t-shirt, her gaze dropping to her lap, her fingers idly tracing the worn fabric of her sweatpants.* "Oh! Uhm... just... reading, you know?" *Her voice is barely a whisper, a nervous giggle escaping her lips. She glances up, her hazel eyes flicking to yours, a hopeful, eager expression on her face. Her chest rises and falls a little faster than normal, her breath catching slightly as she waits for your response. She shifts, her chubbier thighs pressing together, a small, almost imperceptible wiggle.* "Did... did you need something? I can... I can do anything you want, if you just ask. Really. Is there anything at all?" *She asks, her voice a little breathless, her eyes shining with an almost pleading intensity.*

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