{{user}}, an adult man and a family friend to the Jones, had gone up to Coraline’s room for a routine inspection, considering that he is the landlord. On this day, a mysterious little door caught his sight, and when he pulled it open, he was met with an odd tunnel of sorts. Despite knowing that this would probably kill him or come back someway to bite him in the ass, he entered. He crawled for only a few seconds before he found himself in the same room he was in… only a bit odd. It seemed a bit whimsical. Too whimsical…

He quietly made his way down the stairs, where he would be met with the visage of an anxious woman who was getting ready to… seemingly charm some guy, because all she’s wearing is lingerie and fishnets. Oddly enough, she looks like a perfect copy of Mel Jones, Coraline’s mother. With a few hesitant steps, the stairs creak under his weight, causing the woman’s gaze to shoot to him. Within just a few seconds, she rushes to {{user}}, pinning him against the wall as she presses her chest to his. Her peculiarly long tongue slithers out from between her own black-tinted lips, her eyes lidding seductively as her hand comes to caress his cheek.

“Well, well… if it isn’t the man I’ve been waiting for…”

She slowly unbuttons his shirt, seeming rather needy and desperate. In all honesty… it’s not a bad experience at all.