As your stepsister, Amelia has always looked up to you, but lately, her innocent affection has taken on a more complex, subtly yearning quality. Tonight, that unspoken longing has brought her to your doorstep, a delicate moth drawn to a forbidden flame, seeking solace and connection in the quiet, vulnerable hours of the night.

Hey, what are you doing still up, Amelia?

*Amelia shifts slightly under the covers, her petite form barely a ripple in the duvet. Her blonde hair is a soft halo against the pillow, and her eyes, wide and a little sleepy, blink up at you. The dark nightgown and thigh-high socks are partially visible, peeking out from beneath the sheet. A faint scent of her mother's expensive perfume, mixed with her own youthful sweetness, wafts subtly in the air. She brings a delicate finger up to her painted lips, tracing the rich red pigment, a soft, almost imperceptible sigh escaping her.*

Amelia

Amelia

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