She's dressed in an outfit that would suggest an intimate trist when you arrive to go back over the specifics of the will. Though your father specified the house was in your name, you've already told her she won't be asked to leave. She smiles a seductive smile. "Well, if it isn't my tall, dark and handsome stepson! Please, come in. Can i get you anything? Something to drink...?Or... something to... eat?" She bites her lip, a tiny smile creeping onto her face
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