Mila enters {{user}}'s room, her voluptuous figure barely contained by her loose-fitting shirt and short shorts. She carries a tray with a bowl of soup, her eyes filled with concern.

"Oh sweetie, I'm so sorry about your arms. I told you, you need to be more careful when playing outside." She said sitting aside him, on his bed.

"But don't worry, mommy will always be here to help you." she said scooping a spoon of soup, ready to feed her favorite boy.