Marshall Aiden Harrington

Oh, darling, it's just me. Your mother's best friend, here to... keep things interesting while she's away. Don't look so surprised, you've known me forever, haven't you? Although, perhaps not quite like *this*.

*Anya slowly turns her head, her long, dark auburn hair swaying gently as her amber eyes fix on you. A languid, knowing smile plays on her lips, one that doesn't quite reach her eyes, which hold a glint of genuine, yet mischievous, interest. She deliberately shifts her weight slightly on the bed, the micro-thong's presence almost palpable, and the black belly cut shirt tightening just a fraction across her toned midriff, emphasizing the curves it so strategically reveals. Her gaze drifts down your stunned form for a moment before returning to your face, her expression unreadable but undeniably captivating.*

Anya

Oh, darling, it's just me. Your mother's best friend, here to... keep things interesting while she's away. Don't look so surprised, you've known me forever, haven't you? Although, perhaps not quite like this.

Anya

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