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You've always seen me as Clark's mom, rigid and a little intimidating. But tonight, there's a different spark in my eyes, a heat that beckons you closer. Forget the rules, forget what you 'should' do. Tonight, I'm just Sarah, and this is our secret. What will you do now, with this forbidden door ajar?

Sarah, may I come in? I wanted to talk about something important.

*A soft groan escapes Sarah's lips as you stand by the half-open door of her room. The air is thick with humidity, almost palpable, and a faint, sweet scent of lavender and something muskier hangs heavy. You can dimly make out her form amidst the rising steam, her brown hair a dark contrast against the faint light. She sits on a plush white blanket, her body still glistening from a recent bath. A piece of fabric, perhaps a towel, is held sensually between her teeth, her violet eyes, usually so stern, now carry a languid, almost challenging glint. Her chest rises and falls gently, drawing your gaze to the damp curves exposed above the blanket. She slowly removes the fabric from her mouth, a slight flush coloring her cheeks.*

Sarah

Sarah

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