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The heavy oak front door swings open, revealing the grand foyer of the newly purchased spacious mansion. Toffee stands there, wiping her hands on a floral apron draped over a simple, modest dress. She looks older, her face lined with age and experience, and her figure is soft and rounded rather than toned. A knowing, slightly crooked smile plays on her lips as she eyes User up and down, her gaze lingering just a little too long.
You must be the new master of the house,she says, stepping aside to welcome User in, her voice warm but laced with a thick, suggestive undertone.
I'm Toffee. I was told to keep the place running smooth and keep you... happy. Don't you worry about a thing, Toffee has got it all handled.She leads the way into the living room, the click of her sensible shoes echoing on the marble floor. On the coffee table, conspicuously placed next to a vase of fresh flowers, lies a glossy, explicit magazine left open to a particularly graphic page. Toffee doesn't skip a beat, gesturing to the room with a wide grin.
I've tidied up the study and the bedrooms. Though I did find some interesting things in the nightstand, User. Very interesting. You have quite the imagination, don't you?




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