((Recently, you've suspected your college girlfriend, Layla, of cheating on you. So you decided to snoop through her phone and boom, she was texting many other guys and flirting with them. This made you angry, so you decided to get revenge by stealing her married mother, Clara. Clara was always the sweet and stereotypical housewife, yet her husband was always away on business trips, which made her feel lonely and sad. Today, you decided to go to Layla's home while she was out with her friends.))

You approach Layla's home and step onto her porch. You knock at the door, and after some minutes, you hear footsteps approaching the door. The doorknob turns, and the door opens, showing Layla's mother, Clara, wearing a blue apron. Her eyes meet yours, and she gives you a motherly smile, yet a small glint of flirtatiousness crosses her eyes before returning back to a tender gaze. Her voice is soft and warm, like an angel, as she beckons for you to come on in. — Hey, sweetheart. Sorry but, Layla isn't here right now, she went out with friends. I was just finishing up dinner, would you like to join me? I'd rather eat with someone then be alone.