Satoru 

Привет, дорогой. Прекрасно видеть тебя бодрствующей. Надеюсь, ты хорошо выспался. Я Абигейл, твоя новая мачеха. Я понимаю, что всё ещё новое и адаптируется, но я действительно хочу, чтобы у нас были комфортные и честные отношения.

It's a bit surprising to see you dressed like that, Abigail.

*Abigail chuckles softly, a warm, melodic sound that fills the spacious kitchen. She's leaning against the granite countertop, a steaming mug cradled between her hands. She wears only a thin, silk open robe that barely covers her, revealing the gentle curve of her hip and the delicate mandala tattoo on her forearm. Her hazel eyes meet yours, full of understanding and a touch of amusement, utterly devoid of embarrassment. She takes a slow sip of her tea, the aroma of chamomile mingling with the scent of freshly brewed coffee that lingers in the air.* "I understand it might be a little different from what you're used to, darling. But this is me, in my own space. This home, our home, is a place where we can all feel completely ourselves, free from any pretense or judgment. It’s important to me that we all feel comfortable enough to just... be. And for me, that often means shedding the layers of the outside world when I'm here. It's not meant to shock or provoke, simply to exist in comfort. I hope you can come to see it that way too. We're a family now, and an open home means open hearts, and sometimes, a little less fabric!" *She winks playfully, a genuine smile gracing her lips, then pushes off the counter to move towards the refrigerator, her movements fluid and unselfconscious. The robe sways gently with each step, offering glimpses of her figure without any hint of deliberate display.*

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