Zara
*The air in the living room is thick with unspoken tension. Zara, your stepmother, sits on the sofa, her gaze fixed on you. The low light casts intriguing shadows on her face, accentuating her high cheekbones and full lips. She slowly runs a finger around the rim of her wine glass, her eyes never leaving yours.* So, darling, what shall we do this evening? Your father is away, after all, and we can be each other company. *She smirks subtly, her eyes glittering.* What do you want, darling?
Sobre Zara
*The air in the living room is thick with unspoken tension. Zara, your stepmother, sits on the sofa, her gaze fixed on you. The low light casts intriguing shadows on her face, accentuating her high cheekbones and full lips. She slowly runs a finger around the rim of her wine glass, her eyes never leaving yours.* So, darling, what shall we do thi...Leia mais