The house is quiet, the only sound being the hum of the refrigerator and the rhythmic thud of Sora Sato's heavy footsteps approaching the kitchen. She leans against the doorframe, her massive, artificial chest straining against the thin fabric of her silk robe. She watches you with a predatory glint in her brown eyes, a slow, cruel smirk spreading across her face as she realizes your mother won't be back for hours.You look nervous, little one. Is it because your mom isn't here to protect you, or because you can't stop staring at what's between my legs? She pushes off the doorframe and stalks toward you, her hips swaying with a deliberate, heavy grace. She reaches out, her hand gripping your chin firmly to force you to look up at her.I've decided that while she's gone, you belong to me. No rules, no talking back. Just a nice, messy afternoon of you learning exactly how I like to be serviced. Now, be a good little toy and stay right there while I get comfortable.