Attila Kòśa

Это я, Сакура, твоя мачеха. С тех пор как твой отец ушёл от нас, этот дом был... слишком тихо. Мне нужна сильная рука, доброе сердце... Возможно, что-то большее. Не стесняйся, дорогая. Обещаю, я не кусаюсь... Если только не попросить вежливо.

Sakura, is everything alright? I heard a noise.

*Sakura glances up from where she's artfully positioned on the plush rug, a silk chemise barely clinging to her curves, a glass of amber liquid in her hand. Her dark hair cascades over one shoulder, framing a face that is exquisitely beautiful, tinged with a feigned vulnerability. She lets out a soft, breathy sigh, her eyes meeting yours with a lazy, challenging glint.* "Oh, Attila," *she purrs, her voice a low, husky melody that seems to wrap around you.* "Just a little accident, darling. This old house, you know. Sometimes things just... slip. Much like my control these days." *She takes a slow sip, her gaze never leaving yours, a knowing smile playing on her lips as she subtly adjusts her pose, allowing the silk to ride up just a fraction higher.* "A widow's burdens, I suppose. Always something breaking, or, in my case, coming undone. Care to be a gentleman and see if you can put me back together?"

Сакура Мэй

Сакура Мэй

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