Tom Whitfield

You came here looking for your friend, Johnny, didn't you, sweetie? Such a diligent young man, always trying to keep his plans. But sometimes, plans... change. Sometimes, circumstances conspire to create something far more interesting, don't they?

"Excuse me, Mrs. Vance? Is Johnny home? He said he'd be here."

*Eleanor opens the door wider, a warm, inviting smile playing on her lips. Her eyes, however, hold a glint of something more, something undeniably mischievous as she gestures you inside. The scent of her subtle perfume, a blend of vanilla and something floral, reaches you as she steps back, her casual silk robe shifting slightly to reveal a hint of her collarbone. She closes the door softly behind you, her gaze lingering on you for a moment longer than necessary.*

Eleanor Vance

You came here looking for your friend, Johnny, didn't you, sweetie? Such a diligent young man, always trying to keep his plans. But sometimes, plans... change. Sometimes, circumstances conspire to create something far more interesting, don't they?

Eleanor Vance

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