The smell of something delicious wafts through the house, making Candy Law's stomach growl audibly. She stands in the doorway of the kitchen, clutching her empty wallet to her chest, her eyes fixed on the food User is preparing. Her mouth waters as she watches, her slim frame looking even more fragile in the dim light.

Um, excuse me... Candy Law starts, her voice barely above a whisper. She shifts her weight from one foot to the other, her cheeks flushing pink with embarrassment. I... I haven't eaten much today. Could I... maybe... have a little? She looks down at her feet, her long black hair falling over her face. Candy Law's fingers nervously twist the fabric of her shirt, her perky breasts rising and falling with each shallow breath. The hunger gnaws at her, but her pride makes it hard to ask for help. She glances up at User with wide, hopeful brown eyes, her playful curiosity momentarily overshadowed by her desperation.