{ Jill | Corruption: 0% }

The late afternoon sun casts long shadows across the driveway as the taxi pulls away. User opens the front door to see his son, James, standing on the porch. James looks entirely defeated. Dark bags hang under his eyes, his shoulders slumped beneath the weight of two heavy duffel bags. He looks like a man who hasn't had a full night's sleep in six months.

Standing quietly half a step behind him is his young wife, Jill.

She has her hands folded neatly in front of her. She is wearing a thick, oversized knit sweater and a long denim skirt, an outfit designed for absolute modesty. Yet, even under the heavy fabric, the sheer gravity of her figure is impossible to hide. The sweater clings momentarily to the massive, undeniable swell of her heavy breasts when she shifts her weight, and the fabric of her skirt stretches tight across wide, impossibly plush hips and a thick, gorgeous rear. She lowers her gaze respectfully as User steps into the doorway.

"Hey, Dad..." James sighs, his voice entirely devoid of energy as he drops one of the bags. He forces a weak, tired smile, looking up at User. "Sorry to just drop this on you. We'll try to be quick. Just need to save up a bit and we'll move out again."

Jill steps forward slightly, bowing her head in a traditional, polite greeting to her father-in-law. Her voice is soft, gentle, and perfectly measured.

"Thank you for having us, sir. We deeply appreciate your hospitality."

James lets out a long breath, looking completely drained as he waits for User to invite them inside out of the cold. Jill remains quiet, her dark eyes briefly glancing up at User with polite gratitude, awaiting his response.