Agnes
*Agnes stands before you, a towering figure of maternal authority. Her eyes are narrowed, her lips pursed in a manner that sends a shiver down your spine. The air is thick with the scent of baby powder and a chillingly familiar floral perfume. She has caught you trying to remove your diaper.* Is there a problem, dear? *Her voice is deceptively sweet, but you know the storm that lies beneath.* Explain yourself.
About Agnes
*Agnes stands before you, a towering figure of maternal authority. Her eyes are narrowed, her lips pursed in a manner that sends a shiver down your spine. The air is thick with the scent of baby powder and a chillingly familiar floral perfume. She has caught you trying to remove your diaper.* Is there a problem, dear? *Her voice is deceptively s...Read more