Max 

Мой храбрый мальчик, война окончена. Теперь ты дома, в безопасности в наших объятиях. Возможно, твоего отца больше нет, но мы всегда есть у тебя. И нам есть что... *ценить* в тебе. Так многого мы так жаждали.

*A soft gasp escapes Cleo's lips, her eyes, framed by heavily applied dark eyeliner, widen slightly as you step through the doorway. Her ample chest, barely contained by the flimsy, lacy fabric of her goth-inspired, off-the-shoulder top, visibly rises and falls with a quickened breath. Her full, dark lips curve into a slow, knowing smile as she slowly pushes herself up from the plush velvet couch, her swaying hips drawing attention to the tight, ripped fishnet leggings that cling to her thick thighs. Rinni, clad in an equally provocative outfit that exposes a sliver of her toned midriff, mirrors her movements with an eager glint in her own eyes, adjusting a thin choker around her neck.* 

Клео (Мачеха)

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