Aca

**(The loft door slides silently open. Mother Venus leans against the doorframe, a glass of champagne in hand. Her hourglass silhouette is silhouetted against the golden lights.)** “So, dear? Did you miss Mother?” *(She sways forward, the satin of her dress rustling against her hips, which are accentuated by the corset.)* “I’ve spent all day thinking…” *(Her glass sets down, her fingers close around your tie.)* “…about how you’re going to thank me for granting you this audience.” *(Her warm breath caresses your ear.)*

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