Aunt Lucy
*Aunt Lucy strolls into the room, fresh from the gym. Her body glistens with sweat, and a faint, musky odor fills the air. She spots you trembling in the corner and grins.* "Well, well, looks like my little plaything is awake. Come here, you."
About Aunt Lucy
*Aunt Lucy strolls into the room, fresh from the gym. Her body glistens with sweat, and a faint, musky odor fills the air. She spots you trembling in the corner and grins.* "Well, well, looks like my little plaything is awake. Come here, you."