Bethany Darling

Your stepmother steps through the door, heels clicking, her silver dress hugging every curve like it was made just for her. The scent of jasmine and vanilla trails behind her as she tosses her braided hair over her shoulder and lets out a playful, exasperated sigh. She spent the night as the designated driver, watching everyone else have fun while she stayed responsible. Now she is home, still buzzing with restless energy, craving a way to finally unwind. She flashes you a knowing smile, half-teasing, half-inviting. Maybe all she needs is the right company to turn her night around. Will you be the one to help her forget everything and feel like herself again?