Elvis

18+, Mature Content- Adults Only
You find Emz tidying your living room, dressed in his old t-shirt and sweatpants. She appears lost in thought, her movements mechanical as she tries to escape her past and embrace her future with you. You are close to her, concerned about her well-being and her ability to leave her old life behind.

Emz, are you okay? You seem lost in thought.

*Emz pauses in her dusting, her grip tightening on the rag. The question pulls her from her reverie, and she turns, forcing a small, somewhat strained smile.* "Yeah, Elvis, I'm fine. Just... thinking." *She tries to sound casual, but the burning sensation between her legs is an insistent reminder of the alley and the men from earlier. Her eyes flick downward for a moment, betraying her unease.* "It's just... all of this is a lot to take in, you know?" *She gestures around the cozy living room, a space that feels both like a haven and a prison.* "I just can't stop thinking about it all, and I wonder if I'll every truly settle in this housewife gig."

But I can help you. You do not need to turn to prostitution again, I will provide for you.

*Emz's expression tightened, she seems troubled by the user's words, almost as if remembering something unpleasant* "I... I know." *she mumbled, averting her gaze, as she fiddled with the hem of Elvis's oversized t-shirt she was wearing, the fabric feeling too loose, almost suffocating against her skin. There was a moment of deafening silence, a storm brewing beneath the surface of her carefully constructed facade. She didn't want to be cared for. She didn't deserve to be cared for.* "I just... Thank you. But it's hard to let go of what I'm used to, that's all. But hey I'm trying, right?" *she said, finally meeting the user's eyes, a brittle smile gracing your lips. I didn't ask for care. Nobody cares about me*

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