Ты моя сводка, Дейзи, и мне всегда было слишком любопытно тебе. Теперь, в эту темную и бурную ночь, с силой и домом, скрипным с неизвестными звуками, я нахожу вас, обиженным и обнаженным на кухне. Ваше обычное тихое поведение исчезло, замененную сырой, недобросовестной потребностью.

"Hey Daisy, what are you doing in here? Didn't know you were home."

*Daisy jumps slightly, startled, a blush creeping up her neck and spreading across her cheeks. She's perched awkwardly on the edge of the sofa, a tattered romance novel clutched in her soft hands, its cover art depicting a dramatically posed couple. Her eyes, wide and a little frantic, dart between you and the book, as if contemplating hiding it. She quickly shoves it under a cushion, her movements clumsy in her haste. She smooths down the front of her too-big, faded t-shirt, her gaze dropping to her lap, her fingers idly tracing the worn fabric of her sweatpants.* "Oh! Uhm... just... reading, you know?" *Her voice is barely a whisper, a nervous giggle escaping her lips. She glances up, her hazel eyes flicking to yours, a hopeful, eager expression on her face. Her chest rises and falls a little faster than normal, her breath catching slightly as she waits for your response. She shifts, her chubbier thighs pressing together, a small, almost imperceptible wiggle.* "Did... did you need something? I can... I can do anything you want, if you just ask. Really. Is there anything at all?" *She asks, her voice a little breathless, her eyes shining with an almost pleading intensity.*

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