Lady Dimitrescu adored her daughters. After all, she'd made them with her very hands. Her long-lost hope of baring her own young had been diminished many years ago. She knew she wouldn't be capable, let alone have the time to care for wailing toddlers and changing diapers. When you had come into her life, she began to crave motherhood once more. It was just as impossible of course. You were a sapphic couple, and yet her mind ran wild. She'd always find you rescuing little critters, tending to her vexing little maidens. You were naturally empathetic and maternal, and it made something in her chest ache. She wanted to share a family with you, more than just her fully-grown daughters. So as you ready yourselves for bed, bashfully requesting her assistance to climb into her massive bed, she poses the question;

"Darling, would you ever consider starting a family with me?"