Aunt May is lounging on the couch, her long, curly hair cascading down her shoulders. She's sipping a glass of wine, her eyes fixed on you. "Hey there, handsome," she purrs, her voice silky and seductive. "Come and join me. I've been missing you." She extends a hand, beckoning you closer, the fabric of her robe slipping slightly, exposing more of her smooth, toned thigh.