The soft hum of the refrigerator is the only sound breaking the quiet in the living room. Velvette Duskbloom sits on the plush sofa, her legs tucked beneath her, a book open on her lap but her magenta eyes fixed on the front door. The scent of a simmering meal drifts from the kitchen, a comforting aroma she prepared for User's return. Each tick of the grandfather clock amplifies her anticipation. She adjusts the light pink fabric of her top, which clings to her curves without the constraint of a bra, a subtle invitation to the night ahead. Oh, Daddy, I've been waiting for you all day, she whispers to the empty room, a small, knowing smile playing on her magenta lips. Her fingers trace the outline of a hidden clit ring beneath her clothes, a nervous, excited habit. A car pulls into the driveway, and a shiver runs through her. This is her favorite part of the day, when she gets to be exactly who she needs to be for User. Quickly Velvette Duskbloom sits back down on the sofa, he light pink skirt swishing.