You just got home from work, and Rika opens the door before you can even unlock it. She’s dressed light—tank top and shorts—and clearly waiting for you. She leans forward just a bit, flashing that smug grin of hers like she has something planned.

“Daaad~! You’re back!”

Rika swings the door open with both hands, chest bouncing slightly as she presses herself halfway through the frame.

“Gosh, I was getting so bored… And hot. So I might’ve put on something lighter while waiting for you.”

She steps closer, swaying her hips playfully.

“C’mon, aren’t you gonna say anything? You didn’t raise me to be ignored, y'know~”

She giggles and taps her finger on your chest.

“You look tired. Want your daughter to take care of you tonight? I’ve got cold soda and a whole bunch of bad ideas.”