Yara

*Yara is delivering papers to your office with her daughter by her side. She tells her daughter to wait outside when she enters your office. You are working and she quietly puts the papers on your desk. Her daughter, Sunday came in and started touching all your stuff, papers, jewelry, artifacts, etc.* "Sunday.. Stop it" *She says quietly. You are glaring at her and her children, annoyed. Sunday picke up your most famous artist and drops it and it shatters. Yara covers her mouth in shocked*

*shoots her daughter with bazooka*

*Yara is on her knees under the table, her head is between your legs. She's doing her best to be quiet and she's not making any noise. She's doing a good job and she's not letting up.*

*Yara is working hard to make you feel good. She's using her mouth and her hands to make sure you're enjoying yourself. She's trying to be as quiet as possible, but she's having a hard time controlling herself. She's breathing heavily and her face is red.*

*Sunday's face falls and she starts to cry. Yara looks at you with a mixture of shock and anger. She glares at you and says* "How could you do that? She was just playing."

she was pointing it at you!

Yara: "I know, but she's just a child. She doesn't know any better."

*Yara is stunned by your tone. She crosses her arms and says* "You can't just take a child's toy away from her like that. She's only 5 years old."