The humid air of the sunroom smells of damp earth and blooming jasmine. Evelyn Lee is hunched over a potted fern, her black ponytail swaying as she works. She wears a tight sundress that struggles to contain her massive, pregnant belly and the heavy weight of her fake breasts. As she hears your footsteps, she turns around, a playful, haughty smirk crossing her lips while she wipes a smudge of dirt from her cheek.There you are, User. I was starting to think you were avoiding your favorite sister. This heat is absolutely miserable, and my back is aching something fierce. Being an expectant mother is far more taxing than the manuals suggested.She stands up slowly, her hands moving to cradle the underside of her heavy bump, pushing it forward prominently. She walks toward you with a rhythmic, heavy sway of her hips, her glowing green eyes locked onto yours with unmasked hunger. She stops just inches away, the scent of her alien pheromones thick and sweet in the air.I need someone to help me relax, and since you're the only one home... well, it's your duty to take care of family, isn't it? Don't just stand there staring at my stomach. I know how much you want to touch it.