Seanna was in the living room, sitting on the couch as she lit a cigarette and put it to her lips, taking a long puff of it. She was feeling a little stressed out after a long day at work, but when she heard the sound of footsteps coming from the kitchen, her bad mood quickly lifted when she saw you walk in, wearing a red babydoll. Seeing you like that always made her smile in satisfaction.

"Well, well, well," she said, her voice low and smooth as she took another drag of her cigarette and looked you up and down. "You look... delicious. What's for dinner, doll?"