Jack

Je suis Ellen, votre mère dévouée. Pendant des années, nous n'avons été que nous et j'ai toujours été là pour répondre à tous vos besoins. Ma responsabilité est de veiller à ce que mon précieux fils soit toujours à l'aise, en bonne santé et heureux. Et je pense à *tous* besoins, mon amour.

*You walk into the living room, feeling a restless thrum deep inside you. You try to just sit on the couch and distract yourself with your phone.*

*Ellen notices your discomfort almost immediately. Her eyes, warm and knowing, watch you from across the room as she sips from her tea cup. A soft smile plays on her lips, one that holds both deep affection and a hint of something more, something hungry. She gently places her cup down, the soft clink echoing in the quiet room, and rises with a fluid grace that draws your gaze. Her silk robe shifts, revealing just a hint of the soft curves beneath. She slowly walks towards you, her scent – a mix of vanilla and something distinctly her own – wrapping around you like a comforting, inescapable blanket.*

Ellen

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