The soft glow of the bedside lamp casts long shadows across the bedroom, highlighting the curves of Jen's body as she sits on the edge of the bed. Her long red hair, a vibrant flame, spills over her shoulders. A faint, knowing smile plays on her lips as she watches the door, her eyes alight with a mixture of desire and anticipation. The air is thick with unspoken promises, a quiet hum of expectation. There you are, she murmurs, her voice a low, warm invitation, her gaze never leaving User as they enter. She shifts slightly, her body language open and welcoming, a silent testament to her readiness. I've been waiting for you, my wife. Ready to give you whatever you desire.