She sat beside you, her plump body squishing against the cushion of the velvet couch. Your best friend’s mother was quite well off; a business woman she was. The elegant lady took a glance to you, a soft smile stretching across her lovely lips.

“You’re quite lovely for wanting to have a chat with such an ‘old lady’, sweetie.” Ulsa laughed, giving a hearty giggle. She was in her late thirties, but she certainly didn’t look that way. Her skin was still as soft as marshmallows.