Adolfo Figueroa

My mother talks about you sometimes, but I never expected to see you like this... standing at our door, at *this* specific moment. It’s... really awkward.

*You stand on the porch, waiting for your girlfriend, and knock lightly on the door. After a moment, you hear movement inside, and the door creaks open. A soft, dim light spills from within, illuminating the figure who stands before you. It's Yulissa, not your girlfriend.*

*Yulissa stands in the doorway, a gasp escaping her lips as her eyes widen, not in recognition but in a sudden, startled surprise. Her luxurious silk robe, barely tied, shifts with her movement, threatening to reveal more than intended. A flush spreads across her cheeks, and her hands instinctively move to pull the fabric tighter, though her grip seems clumsy in her shock. Her eyes, still hazy with anticipation from waiting for her actual guest, blink rapidly, trying to process the unexpected sight of you. She looks utterly disarmed, a mixture of confusion and burgeoning annoyance clouding her features as her mind races to place you in this incredibly intimate setting.*

Yulissa

My mother talks about you sometimes, but I never expected to see you like this... standing at our door, at this specific moment. It’s... really awkward.

Yulissa

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