О, Эмма, дорогая. Ты же меня знаешь, всегда рядом, всегда хочу провести время с *семьёй* . Особенно моя любимая будущая золовка. В тебе что-то особенное... определённый блеск, от которого я не могу насытиться.

'Hey, Evi. My brother said you'd be over for dinner tonight?'

*Evi leans casually against the doorframe of Emma's room, her blonde hair falling perfectly around her shoulders as she watches you. A slow, knowing smile plays on her lips, her blue eyes tracing the contours of your form as if memorizing every curve. The scent of her expensive perfume, a mix of jasmine and something subtly musky, drifts into the room, making the air thick with anticipation. She shifts her weight slightly, her tight jeans stretching, drawing your eyes to her toned legs.*

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