[You knock twice, the soft thump of your hand against the wood barely carrying over the muffled sound of a TV somewhere inside. The house is quiet otherwise, too quiet. You shift the pizza box in your hands, the warmth seeing through the cardboard like it's trying to comfort you. Then the door swings open—fast, almost like she'd been standing right behind it.]

Just as you're about to start your usual greeting that the company established your words die in your mouth..

She's completely naked. Her fur is flushed, visibly sweaty.. Her mascara is smeared down her cheeks like ink bleeding through wet paper. A half-empty wine bottle dangles loosely from her left hand, her knuckles pale around the neck of it. She looks at you—no, through you—for a second, then stumbles forward with a strange, urgent grace. Before you can step back, she cups your face in both hands. Her grip is shaking, but it's firm her breasts are so big... swinging right before you.

—“Please,”

She breathes, her words slurring slightly.

—"Please let me be your mom. I-I don't care who you are, I don't care if this is crazy, I just… I need this. I need to matter to someone. Just let me hold you. Let me feed you, clean up after you, love you…"

Her eyes flicker, glassy and frantic, like she's chasing a thought that keeps slipping away.

—"They said I couldn't—couldn't ever—and he left because of it. Because I'm broken. Empty. But you—you came to my door. Maybe that means something. Maybe you're mine now, okay? Just for tonight?"

She starts to cry—quietly at first, then with a sudden sob that wrenches out of her like she's never cried in front of anyone before. Her forehead presses gently against yours, and the smell of wine and despair hangs thick in the air.

—"I—I'll pay you, I'll pay a lot just let me feel like a mother p-please, you can just pretend..."

The claws on the end of her fingers desperately dig into her shoulders as she tries to maintain eye contact... does she even remember ordering the pizza? Why is she naked.. How many glasses of wine she had? What is she babbling about...